Here’s some graffiti from central Paris that’s either a misspelled comment on someone having a bubble butt or is about someone who takes exception to Michael Bublé. The beauty of life in Paris is that it could just as easily be either.
Does anyone know what’s happening structurally under these buildings? They are located along the train tracks that lead to Saint Lazare station. The photo was taken from the Rue de Rome.
I understand (on some level) that these supports exist to protect the buildings from the vibrations of passing trains, but I’m curious about what, if anything, is inside. Like, is there storage in there? Parking garages?
Obviously, I mean the opposite. I am regularly reminded how dumb I am. Let’s see if you are sharper than I am (I am fully expecting that to be the case).
Here are some signs from an area I frequently find myself walking around. While walking, I am generally listening to my iPod but I make note of all the street signs so that I can assign them to the map I am making in my head.
The first one jumped out at me because my attention is always drawn to American or Spanish things.
Then I noticed a street called Edinburgh because I’d never considered how it was pronounced in French.
Hey, Naples! I’ve been there!
Oh, Vienna — I’ve got to go there.
Eventually, I was reminded that Istanbul is not Constantinople.
And all the while I was walking along and crossing over Rue de Rome, a major street in northwest Paris.
Finally, it hit me as I neared the Métro station, one I’d used many times.
All the streets in the area were named after European cities and I’d only just put that together because I am a ginormous moron. This is way worse than rabies since there is no thinking required, just basic sentience.
Seriously, I am way dense sometimes
The other week, GONE WITH THE WIND was playing in the cinema and I went to see it. I have easily seen the film at least two dozen times and read the book, all 1024 pages, twice. I hadn’t ever seen it projected though, which possibly explains why I had never realized that the “political meeting” many of the men attend “to protect [the] womenfolk” is actually a Klan gathering to go burn out a shantytown full of freed slaves.
It ain’t easy being this dumb.