Stuff on Walls #104

A banner week for stuff on walls... and the ground.

Outside an elementary school.

D.S.K.

Is that you, Sarko?

Momma or MTV raps?

Night prowlers.

This guy.

Cubby surprise.

I have been chasing this truck and trying to get the illustration.  I finally found it parked unattended... yes!

Saint-Etienne-du-Mont

Scenes from Saint-Etienne-du-Mont.

Altar to St. Genevieve.

Everyone's favorite guy from Padua.

The Weekly Haps

Dangereuses...

The Meert sweet shop is just around the corner from my work.

This is Li'l Blackie.  Well, that's what we call him anyway.  He's my favorite neighborhood dog (and by "neighborhood dog", I mean that his dad's a bum.).  Here he is waiting outside the Franprix for his dad to steal something or hustle somebody.  I really love Li'l Blackie, but his dad not so much.  Although I do acknowledge that he hasn't traded in Li'l B for another dog like lots of the other bums.  These two, at least they're a team.

Prune de Nuit has the best bar snacks.  Plus-sized gummies, peanuts, and corn nuts!  And yes, that is a franken-body-of-gummy-with-head-of-corn-nut monster.

This is where the canal comes back above ground, just before opening up on the Seine.  There's the Bastille statue in the background.

Check out the Keith Harring-inspired paint job on the boat in the middle.

 Beautiful allée in the Jardin des Plantes.  I am totally coming back to check out the menagerie!

Crazy kilted and satyr-legged piper along the Seine.

Our bread got its own chair because our table was too small.

Stuff on Walls #88

It's Fashion Week, beeyotches.

I was tempted to ring and ask if I could come in and just play with the clothes.

What is this guy's deal?

I think scooter guy really makes this one.

Shell steeple.

Yeah, and he left his plastic water bottle.

Loving this ad campaign.

It's 2.80 euros for your tequila sunrise, and 35 euros for your voiding it on the wall.  Just a friendly reminder that there are 400 free toilets around the city.  You tell 'em, Paris!

Fun with M and J!

I was lucky enough to have one of my very bestest friends and her husband in town for a whole week!  A whole week!  It was like they lived here!  Which made it all the harder to let them go when the time came...

We ate well, drank well, laughed lots, caught up on the pop cultures, embraced our feline yens, made regular trips to Cos, and generally felt lucky to have the time together.  Well, I sure did.

This sweet darling chaton is Rillette, the latest addition to La Patache.  She loves lying on the woodpile at the back of the cozy bar, but she also loves cuddling and being passed around by the patrons.  As if I didn't like La Patache already, what with their charming environs and their novel approach to bar food (read: cans of fancy fish, jars of gourmet meats), now there is a CAT on the premises.  They will be getting plenty of my money in the months to come!

Neighborhood nutter (and John Malkavich look-a-like) behind the desk at Le Comptoir General.  I saw him again last night, looking dashing in some plaid pants and a denim shirt-jacket not unlike one that B is fond of wearing.  Yeah, he's cool.

Comptoir General-ing.

This is a very dark picture of some knife play at Le Fanfaron.  It looks like something else entirely, but I assure you all of the action was around a very quick knife and a hand on a cutting board.  Yes, there was blood.... but just a little and only from the crazy bartender/owner.  Though I am willing to bet that based on usual antics, most nights he leaves that place bleeding... or at least bruised.

Horse Eaters

Oh geez, I am late with the updates.  Nevermind the timing, I assure you our last meal at Verre Vole (with Milosh and Jakob) was top-notch.

And, we tried the horse tartare.

H-O-R-S-E.

I'd heard it can be tougher than beef, so I was intrigued to try it raw.  It was definitely gamier and more flavorful than a traditional beef tartare.  (Or was it more flavorful because I'm used to the taste of a beef tartare?  hmm...)  It was very lean and almost sweet, as well.  

We all enjoyed it, but poor Melora was visited by a freakish horse-like character in her dreams that night.  Probably the second coming of our delicious Black Beauty.  

Crispy fishies.

Pulpo with green papaya.

Halfway through some squid.

Deliciousness.