Paris

So there we were in Paris. Tanya was off shopping and I was wondering what to do with Elodie. Since two is a bit young for museums and bars I took her to the grassy area outside the Louvre. Lying back on the bank I admired the view - an unbroken couple of kilometres, passed Place de La Concorde all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe. 

‘What a pleasant and majestic place Paris is,’ I thought, as Elodie disappeared from sight behind a line of thick bushes. 

Luckily I hurried after her.

Behind the bush a youngish gentleman was urinating, or so I thought. I guided Elodie away and glanced back a minute or so later. The man was still in the process of emptying what must be an enormous bladder.  

Twenty minutes later another father interrogated me: “Did you see the flasher?”

I nodded knowingly as the realisation dawned that nobody could pee for that long.

“Reckon he deserves it,” the father continued, pointing toward the Louvre, from where soldiers were pouring from army trucks. They formed a line and began marching forward through the rows of bushes, sweeping their machines guns in front of them as if they were deep in enemy territory. 

“What will they do if they catch him,” I asked.

“Shoot him in the dick,” replied the father with a straight face. 

The French are not known for their sense of humour, so I can only assume he was serious. Taking Elodie by the hand we left before the bloodbath could begin.

Comments

[Epicurienne]

Oh dear. Thank heavens Elodie isn't old enough to understand!
Hope you had a lovely time in Paris. Monsieur and I were there recently and wandered through the Tuileries at dusk. So lovely. There was some sort of strange lift thing like a theme park would have, with people being raised by a crane to view the lights over Paris (at least, I think that's what it was. It could well have been a team of flashers). Hope you're all well and enjoying life in France...