Every day I see flyers stuck under windshield wipers in cars parked along the street. I don't know why, but I've been collecting them for over a year now. A slice of Paris life.
I have no knowledge of or vested interest in the establishments advertised in these flyers.

That would change your apartment from parquet, moulures, cheminees to just parquet moulures...




Lots of campaign flyers on windshields in the past weeks. This is a non-partisan blog, so I'm including them all. But these are just the flyers from windshields; it doesn't include the hand-outs on street corners.

Forfait is another one of those faux amis. It means "plan," i.e., a calling plan or package. Not forfeit.

With hizzoner and friends.

It takes two, baby.


I see Cellu M6 promoted a lot. Haven't been there, haven't done that.
Yet.

I delighted in the words haute gastronomie with the mountain peaks in the background. That's what I call really haute.

I'm not sure how to pronounce lingot. More like bingo or mango? T or no T?

The word formation always catches me off guard. I know it means training, but I still think "formation."

Today is Super Tuesday in the US.
And French municipal elections are coming up in March.
It's a lot of work, keeping up with candidates, issues, and parties on two sides of the Pond. I better go do my homework .


Of course, an added benefit of parking in a garage is that you don't get a collection of advertising flyers cluttering your windshield...

France is full of culture, but not just with a capital C.
Puericulture, agriculture, viticulture, ostréiculture, myticulture.
And my favorite, conchyliculture.
Which reminds me of the Dorothy Parker quip about horticulture.