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Pieces and Bits

This week has been a series of small occurrences that link together in a delightful chain that by Friday had me smiling like a crazy person.

First up: Corgi in a gym bag.  I got on the metro monday morning, on my way to meet clients for a tour at mister louvre only to sit across from a lady who had a Welsh corgi stuffed inside a gym bag.  The corgi didn’t seem too alarmed that his 30 lb bulk had been squished inside something that would normally carry two tennis rackets and a pair of smelly shoes.  Not at all.  Instead, he was smiling at me all the way to work.  I was giggling to myself ceaselessly, probably convincing all my fellow metro-commuters that they were sitting next to a young woman in the midst of a mental break, but I didn’t care.  And I didn’t care that my constant corgi-directed gaze was probably alarming mister corgi’s owner.

I didn’t have my camera with me, so I’ve instead tried to recreate the effect here (please excuse my drawing):

It’s not great, but you get the idea.  It’s a corgi in a gym bag.  Then you have to imagine a tiny French woman attempting to lug this chubby pup through a busy metro couloir.  No easy feat.  And fairly amusing.

Later on in the week, I spotted this little gem in the window of a local shop:

This is the funniest “ass plate” yet.  Mister Cooper and I had a good giggle over this.  You may recognize the shop from an earlier post.

Of course, then there’s been the amazing fall weather.  Autumn and Paris are the best-matched couple I’ve ever met.  I hope they stay in love and live a long, harmonious life together.

Dustin and took a walk in the Bois de Boulogne to check out Paris and Autumn’s love child (a sunny sunday):

Mister Cooper walks in the woods.  Note fall coat.

I’m not sure what this man’s hoping to catch in that stinky pond, but he sure looks relaxed.

Everyone was basking in the warm, orange sun.

I love watching the ladies gossip and elderly couples out for a sunday stroll.

Last night I wanted to take a picture of this really beautiful, old-fashioned storefront in the 9th, but this guy wasn’t having it:

I kind of wish he was more in focus so I could really center on his disapproving gaze.  (it kind of cracks me up).

At any rate - these are just a few pieces from my life of late.  It’s been beautiful and happy and I’ve been feeling more contented and warm than I have for a good while.  Paris is its own theater, and it seems I’ve been endlessly entertained this week.