Only in Paris....

two of the most interesting things I saw in Paris.....


.... sitting in Gare de Montparnasse, I witnessed a one-legged pigeon. Not really one-legged. One-footed. The footless stump resembled a peg-leg in both use and aesthetics.
Some of the pigeons here just look like they have had a rough time.


....speak of rough times.... as I walked up Rue Caulaincourt to a caffé, I passed the bus stop where an old, homeless man was sitting. A trench coat with no shirt underneath that I could see, crumpled, half-drank beer can in hand. Next thing I know, he has stood up and completely de-pantsed. Not only had he unbuttoned his coat (which confirmed the no shirt idea), but he had completely pulled down his knickers and pants. Why? To scratch himself of course. He stood there in all his glory for about 5 minutes just scratching and readjusting. At this point, I had lost my appetite.


Ah Paris, j'aime tu.