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.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Cheminees anciennes


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

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Municipal Elections





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.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Talky


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

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Celebrate Valentine's Day

With hizzoner and friends.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

La Saint Valentin

It takes two, baby.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Mincir Durablement


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

Yet.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Haute Gastronomie


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

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Rhymes with...


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

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Studyrama


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

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Cafe debat

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 .

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Optez pour la tranquillite



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

Friday, February 1, 2008

Culture

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.