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).
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.