Final out-takes de Paris, 1

Subway poetry--nothing unique--just nice to see it here too

So there we were, on the Tuileries, Vicki, Penelope, and me, Bastille Night,
so to speak, awaiting the fireworks extravaganza from the Tour Eiffel and 
the Trocadero; as the sun sets, the resident rat population comes out, 
scrounging for the morsels that a quarter million humans have dropped, 
walking by during the day on one of the world's busier concourses; and 
Penelope exclaims, "It's Ratatouille! It's Ratatouille! It really is! He is real!
He is!" A similar response had occurred at Disneyland Paris when she saw 
an animatronic Buzz Light-Year; although she later conceded that all the rest 
of the ride was only "pretend"; these rats were not "pretend," and the city 
had a major PR problem in the following days

Advert for the Paris Plages; note the topless
babe

In the storied Bois de Boulogne, a ho-mobile, open for
business

And another; we never did figure out whether the red sash
meant "open for business" or "busy"

"The Frenc..." ran out of spray paint

School of Dentistry

Friend Dave Rott has a sense of humor that's ahead of the rest of us

La mort d'un pigeon, episode 5 (running gag)

At Pere Lachaise: it really is a living cemetery

Father Guido Sarducci at the Paris, 1900 exhibition