This morning I caught a random children's show on French TV. There was a puppet mother, puppet baby and a bunch of other puppets and everybody was trying out to figure out who is the baby's father. It all ended in a bunch of dancing, jumping around and the song "Qui est le père du bébé?".

1 kid without a ticket because United messed up, comme d'habitude ( Read more... )

It's a beautifully designed building but also the perfect example of pretty and impractical things... The gates are on different levels and there are plenty of escalators going up. Unfortunately escalators going down are nowhere to be found. They would have probably disrupted the overall architectural aesthetics.

The train passes green meadows, well-fed sheep and horses, wildflowers... and from the front seats a toddler's voice keeps repeating "Mama, habibi, mama habibi!"

I counted 6 condom dispensers and 1 ATM. Not surprising in a country where a typical movie has the following plot: Michel loves Sophie, Sophie loves Luc, Luc has a crush on Florence, who is in love with Anne, but Anne loves Jean, who loves Natalie, who loves Michel. And at the end of the movie they all go out to dinner.

Not that I am surprised... but the airport workers at all Parisian airports will be on strike this weekend. Good thing I am taking the train. But who knows, maybe the train workers will join in ( Read more... )

Ha, I just heard in the French news that the French government has recently authorized employers to abolish the 35-hour week. Clearly Sarko's love for the Anglo-Saxons (and their model of obsessive overworking) shows here ( Read more... )

A couple days in Italy make me realize how spoiled we are across the Atlantic… Upon landing, the oh-so-German pilot exclaims “Well, dear passengers, as usual nobody is responsible for us around here; we have landed, but we don’t have a gate, a bus or a ladder to disembark. Welcome to Italy ( Read more... )

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