Unevents 4-18/19 -15

This weekend was fairly uneventful, meaning we did things but nothing of great note.  On Saturday we decided to go over to the 18th for a Marche aux Biffins.   So we decided that we might like to see what Biffins were selling, (turns out that Biffins are what used to be called rag pickers), and it turned out to be pretty much people with blankets trying to sell whatever they had laying around their houses.  But it is more focused as they seemed to specialize in things like mobile phone covers, or shoes, or kids things, etc.   However we were convulsed by what we turned up on the internet when we tried to find a definition of Biffins; it turns out that another meaning is the area of body between either the vagina or the scrotum and the rectum, called Biffin's Bridge.  Don't know how that got appropriated from the rag pickers but your imagination can run wild.  We wandered around this market for a little while then headed back to our neighborhood for a lovely lunch at Cadre Noir.



 I did manage to find a 60's vintage bicycling race medal which I bought for 5 Euros and just love it.










On Sunday, once again I deserted Deb while she cleaned the apartment.  I went out to try and get inkjet cartridges for our printer.  I knew that there was a large shopping center close to the apartment just off of the tramline and outside the perapherique road, so I jumped on the tram and got off just opposite the shopping area.  It turned out to be about a 15 minute walk due to several high-speed roads that converge just there but I got there without too much ado.  I walked up to the front doors and it was very apparent that they were closed, I had just run afoul of the dreaded Sunday closing laws in France.  Major establishments are by law required to be closed on Sundays,  this is an old "blue law" like we have in the U.S. and they are trying to change it in some instances but not today. Curses, foiled again!  But I did jump on the Metro and take it down to the city center to find a small bistro near the Louvre that is supposed to have good food and reasonable prices.   I lingered in the Palais Royale parc and just people watched and took pics of the blooming flowers.  Then back home for a quiet dinner with Deb. 

I have two more of the dreaded "angel" pictures with my interpretations.

Angels of the Hammock









Angels of the Head Lettuce