Who said that Parisians weren’t funny ?!
Actually, they’re not, and you have the ultimate proof with that post title: yes,I went there, trying to rhyme like a Snoop Doggy (French) Poodle.
Non, je ne regrette rien!
Did you know that I was originally going to name my blog “The Gallivanting Goth“? That was until I realised that I was only gallivanting from the printer to the scanner, and that no-one was going to be interested in reading about an office goth rocking between two pieces of corporate furniture … So I created “Belle Out Of Hell“, which is about an office goth gallivanting from the printer to the scanner, decked in the finest alternative bargains, and moaning about all sorts of stuff online.
Anyway, since I am now actually gallivanting somewhere exotic (😂), I feel I can finally live up to that name!
*does the French cancan*<<
today's theme is light hearted – I went for a stroll from the 13th district of Paris all the way to Saint Michel and Notre Dame. It is actually not a very long distance, as compared to London, Paris is quite compact – like the Angus Young of European capitals.
I got struck (no thunder involved) by a few funny signs and cool murals, which I have decided to share : hope you enjoy as much as I did – I managed to not get my phone stolen, which is truly a feat in Paris (sadly).
When I saw this stop sign, my inner Diana Ross started belting out “stop! In the naaaaaame of love”…
Yes, I have an inner Diana Ross!
is needs some explanation – not for the cracked vinyl (I pray to God it was a Kiss vinyl), or the skull – but the street name literally translates to “the street of the fishing cat” or “the street of the cat who fishes“. Whoever did this : genius.
hat’s it for now folks! I am planning a lot of outings, including the hidden spots of Paris, the Pere Lachaise cemetery and other cool areas, so I am saying a bientot 🙂