chez pim

au revoir paris

au revoir paris.
and goodbye bad photos. My cool Treo is so much fun to moblog with, but it takes such hideous photos, no?

Yesterday's snack.

Yesterday's snack.

by popular demand

by popular demand

ceci n'est pas un poisson

ceci n'est pas un poisson

Vive la vie!

Vive la vie!

Only in Paris

This is definitely an only in Paris story.

Last night while making our way in the light rain in a cab to dinner, we were stopped by police on Rue de Rivoli. Apparently the cabby was off his work clock, and really shouldn't have picked us up. After at least ten minutes --with the policemen scolding the cabby for working illegally, checking every bit of his paperwork, and the cabby pleading his case in vain-- it was decided that the passengers (read: my friend Matt and I) would have to get out and go fetch another taxi as this one was not in business of taking anyone anywhere that night.

One of the young policemen (in the rather handsome French police uniform) came over the my side of the cab (it was a van) and opened the sliding door to let me out to find another cab. Taking one look at me, in the little black dress and the Louboutins, he proclaimed out loud "ah this would not do". "I will find you a new taxi madame", he said, closing the door.

Not food related, obviously.

Not food related, obviously.

and here?

and here?

And this?

And this?