The other day when I came out of the métro at Sèvres-Babylone, I found half of Boulevard Raspail closed down for ... oh right, a strike. Not sure who the disgruntled party was this time.
Urban wind chimes? Métro with a pearl earring? Someone hung a random earring from part of the métro's door, and watching it flutter in the subterranean breeze on my way to work made me giggle.
Coming out of the 4 at Saint-Germain-des-Près this afternoon, I noticed this on the sidewalk. Not sure I agree with the message, but I was nevertheless amused.
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