I share more photosnaps from my recent jaunt to gay Paree

Next week, my travels take me to Texas.  I have little to say about this, other than that I shall travel with a camera "fully-loaded", and endeavour take photographs that will capture the essence of this, the biggest-hatted of the United States of America.

Anyway, to business: some more photographs of gay Paree, scene of my childhood and where, in my head, I will live one day, eating tiny éclairs and drinking tisane, wearing turban hats and pearls and smoking cigarettes out of the side of my mouth.

Here goes. The bride arrived outside the Opéra (building, not singing ladies etc) in a white stretch limo, and was accompanied by 3 stylists, two of them carrying sequinned shoes.   (NB: there is a chance I may  'have' to go and live in Paris for a couple of weeks, which clearly would be rubbish - so if you know of anything magical and not in all the guide books, will you let me know?)

Galeries Lafayette Christmas lights and the heads of thousands of crazed shoppers.

Urban foxes captured shortly after having broken in to the Galeries Lafayette Christmas window(s).

In other news, one of my dearest friends sent us a belated wedding present.  I had a little watery-eyed moment. If you like it, you can get one here.  (NB: that is not our wall. It is the wall of the maker of the poster.)

I hope you like it. I do. 

Pip "A litte more than enough to drink" pip!

NWM

I reveal the dangerous consequences of living with a veterinary histopathologist

"When you saw that photograph of the pigs in the cake shop in Paris, did you know I would buy you one?".  "Yes", replied my husband (a French-Canadian veterinary histopathologist who spends much of his day examining slices of pig that are a hundredth of a millimetre thick), "I did".

"And would you like to eat it?". "Yes", he said. "I would."

**WARNING** Contains images of live necropsy*.

Do not say I didn't warn you.

Pip "And the cake was delicious too!" Pip

NWM

* Like an autopsy, but for non-humans. 

I am in gay Pareee

"How's Paris?", said my husband, the French-Canadian veterinary research histopathologist. "Well, you know, it's Paris", I said.  I lived here when I was a tiny child (and even now speak French like, apparently, "an English person who learnt French that sounds like a Parisian trying to do a Quebec accent to fit in"), and I have been back many, many times, but even so, it is Paris, and it is always magical, however many times I come back and look at it with my seasoned old eyes.

Despite its magic I am, however, always able to lower the tone. Here, then, are some photosnaps:

Pip "fromage!" Pip

NWM

I am off to gay Pareee

Yes, it is true. I am going to Paris now.  It is not for fun, exactly, and yet it is not exactly for work either. I am not at liberty to divulge my PURPOSE; suffice to say that I cannot and will not be drawn, but that I will try and pay more attention to this, my web-blog, and maybe put some pictures up.

Pip "au revoir!" pip

NWM

I announce the winner

 The winner is clear. I thought about it on the train and laughed. I thought about it on the platform, at the butcher (buying sausage) and whilst making a cup of tea mere moments ago, each time laughing more than the time before. I sat in the car and laughed and laughed, even though I had to show my 'husband' this video so he would know why I was laughing and laughing at the pictures in my tiny head.  ("Is this something they do only in your land?", he asked.)

Yes. The winner is LutraLutra.

"Oops Upside Your Head, I said Oops Upside Your Head."

Congratulations!!