Paris: the city that never stops being cute.

For your visual and conceptual pleasure, I bring you more tidbits of Parisness.
Anyone who has spent more than 5 minutes in the Paris Métro will likely recognize this sign, posted on each and every door on every car on every line. Though certainly good and sound advice, this sign has perplexed me greatly for a couple of reasons, to follow:
1. Why a bunny? I have yet to see a 6-foot pink bunny riding the Paris metro, much less one which has pinched its fingers in the doors. Much less one in a yellow jumpsuit. I’m not sure what’s up with the Bugs Bunny ripoff, but I can't help but notice he’s been pinching his fingers for years now. Make it stop.
2. While I appreciate the wisdom and practicality of this sage warning, I can’t help but notice that it’s the one sign among many here in this city which they took the trouble to translate into approximately 15 other foreign languages. I exaggerate, but seriously... how often do you see things translated into German or Italian in Paris? Probably not often enough, if you ask a German, or an Italian.

Anyway, I think there is only one conclusion we can draw from this signage: at some point in the history of the Paris Metro, there was a rash of incidents involving the pinching of fingers in the doors of large rose-tinted, yellow-clad German-Italian bunnies, to the detriment of the manual integrity of said bunnies. And the folks at the Paris transit system, bless their hearts, have gone all out to put an end to this menace.
Phew!

If you are Parisian or something, perhaps this is mundane... however, in the U.S., it is relatively uncommon to come across beef hanging around in the street. Unless we’re speaking figuratively.

Saw this movie recently:Despite the fact that I understood only an approximate 3% of the dialogue spoken in this movie, I can still say with great confidence that it was one of the stupidest movies I have ever seen. There were hijinks, hijinks aplenty. Its one redeeming feature was that the female lead had a giant-sized gap between her two front teeth (à la Vanessa Paradis) yet still manages to be considered an attractive woman. God bless France and its ability to embrace difference in its standards of beauty. Ahh. If I'm lucky, maybe they like big noses too.

I finally had the opportunity the other day to explore this itty bitty, hard-to-find, mostly hidden but entirely pleasant little mini-park right near where my apartment is located, off the Rue de Sevres. It’s at the end of the Rue Recamier, a little pedestrian-only inlet.

It was a delightful little place, I'll try to post more photos later. This sign was posted at the entrance to the park, on a wall which separated the Rue Recamier from the park:I think this sign means “No gymnasts allowed.”

Back in the 9th arrondissement, near our class, there were some Parisian dogs, trained to be très mignon every second of the day:

And now for a fair and balanced represenation of the animal kingdom, behold: the cutest cat in the world, to be found at Studio Escalier.I am in love.