April in Paris.

Friday afternoon I went to lunch with my friend Nadia. We went by the canal (St Martin) to a restaurant called Chez Prune. Quite tasty.

Right facing our table outside was this mailbox, marked 1984. Earlier that morning, a podcast I was listening to referenced Room 101. Just one of those reference-filled days.

Fun graffiti (is it?) along one of the locks on the canal. In mirror fragments. No idea what it says though.

More of the lock mechanism. Does this not look like something out of that computer game Myst from the 90s?! Somehow if you activate all of the tiles in the right way I'm sure this opens up and reveals a path to the center of Earth. Or something awe-inspiring.

I enjoy misuse of the language. Rock-hair cut. Not a rock hair-cut, but rather a rock-hair cut. Because even sculptures needs a trim every now and then. Apparently.

This made me smile. Little faces drawn onto a traffic light. Makes me want to go around and do it to other ones.

On our way back to the train station, saw a sewing supply store. Look at those spools of thread!