Your baguettes and pâtisseries are awesomealicious.
How do you make a simple combo like ham, butter, and bread
taste like a flavour rave in my mouth?
Your Renaults, Peugots, and Smart cars are way adorable,
I just want to hug and eat them up like great metallic marshmallows.
Your lack of baby changing tables, however, is positively third world.
Ditto for limited ramps and elevators in the métro.
Where’s the baby love?
Okay, your chic baby clothes and nifty kids’ toys redeem you a smidge.
But don’t get too smug, Paris.
I’ve got my poetic eye on you.
November 11, 2010