in the metro
trying to find cafes, and stumbled upon borges and paz exhibits
the most perverted of many disturbing children’s rides. the first of many atrocities to come.
a cute shop window with baby wares inside
a store being attacked by a smurfed alligator.
i don’t know why this is the only photo i took at sonia rykiel. inside, i purchased a rainbow wallet. there was a lot of rainbow stuff, and a lot of sparkly stuff. and a special room upstairs with a wall of rainbow-jewel encrusted flaccid peen for sale.
i love her very much.
cafe de flore
i ordered something which i could tell was ‘bread’ and ‘cheese’ which turned out to be open-faced grilled cheese.
les deux magots
generally, i did not take interior shots of anything unless it was a museum or i was alone, but i was feeling particularly willful here… maybe it is because my waiter was the most irrefutably perfect looking man one could ever see?
[no offense to the one pictured, but it is not this man]
he was so beautiful and so sculpted he made me wish i was genet.
a lot of my photos are slightly crooked.
am i a crooked person?
i then passed a popcorn vendor and went into a bookstore which had stefan zweig correspondences in the window. hyperventilating, i went inside only to find it was in french. [the cover made it seem otherwise]. the shop lady then directed me to an english bookstore i never found, but i did see these posters above some shops near the street she sent me to.
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