This American pig went to the market.

Today we shopped at the Sunday (outdoor) Bastille Market.  I’d post a pic, but nothing I snapped captured the cacophony, stench, and general crush of humanity.  Highlights included: a Rastaman belting out reggae songs (all of which sounded exactly like Redemption Song…perhaps he only knew one song?), an Argentinean couple ballroom dancing (I walked by later, and there was a water fountain in the same spot…did they get wet when it was turned on?), and the world’s most awesome granny panties (not that I’m into that sort of thing).

Now I know where to buy them. Not that I need to know.

Later we went to the park.  The kids sat on a toy tandem motorcycle, rocking crazily while howling the nonsensical phrase“ouchie stink-a-poo” to the delight/disgust of the locals.

Ouchie stink-a-poo, ouchie stink-a-poo, ouchie stink-a-poo

Before the waterworks...