The other day I was trying to meet a friend for lunch, but some sort of problem made RATP shut down the 4 train. Finding myself suddenly "stranded" at Réaumur-Sepastopol, I decided to use the hour and a half before work to walk to work. I wandered until I caught up to the 9 train, and then followed it.
Hilarity ensued.
When you think of three cities with linked real estate markets, what do you think of?
Paris, Cannes, and ... Miami? Unless there's a Miami, France I don't know about, this just seems weird.
Better yet- Not only do I content myself with finding grammatical errors in signage in English, I can now find them in FRENCH. It reads 'Deliges,' but it SHOULD say 'Delices.' Somebody didn't have their glasses on.
Passageway between two buildings ... Reminded me of Diagon Alley, or just Harry Potter-ness in general.
Ghetto Victoria's Secret? Seriously? WHERE AM I?!
Personally, I think I'd be willing to spend more in a store called Armageddon, if only to say where I bought my things as much as possible. Besides, if they're right, I won't be needing to save my money anyway ...
Spectacles ... Diplomatie. I agree, diplomacy is rather a spectacle, isn't it?
All in a row. Near the Opéra Garnier. I proceeded to do a very Parisian [read: illegal] street crossing across some sort of roundabout-traffic circle thing. Oh well.
SO.SICK.OF.MICHAEL.JACKSON.
Almost at work, finally read this sign plate ... Thought it said Mayo Clinic. Cracked myself up. Airplane, anyone?
Hi, Barbie called -- She wants her car back. Awesome though. When I'm famous I'll get one, too.
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