What’s that in Doriot’s BAG? A rubber chicken from the MAGIC SHOP? Is it a magic chicken?
Today was so excellent. I had high hopes; they were met in every regard. (photo by Doriot)
At the Picasso museum, I found a little coloured drawing showing a professor, about to grade his papers on his wife’s bottom.
This mannequin at a shop in our square looks eerily real, despite having a head made of flowers.
Is it because she’s wearing panties? I love the tie on the dress.
The Raymondism poster was supreme. I meant to get one, then didn’t. And still might.
Here’s to Raymondism! I love the creatures holding hands, looking festive.
The nut shop was finally re-penetrated, and fancy salt, macadamia brittle and sun-dried tomatoes were attained.
“What’s your business, Salt?”
Lots more street art, too- a very rainy day meant a lot of closed doors.
You know what wasn’t closed, though? The Calzedonia TIGHTS & STOCKINGS SHOP.
I am now possessed of a dozen pairs of the most excellent Italian stockings and tights that perfectly fit my long legs; I wanted orange and red tights like the Spanish girls.
(Although this is a photo from Holland, courtesy of The Sartorialist.)
You get the idea, though.