In keeping with my morbid, or perhaps mortal side, here's a fun shot taken in the Catacombes with my shadow brushing tenderly against one of those cheerful inscriptions which says something about death always being somethingorother.
I suppose I should have noted what it said but in a way it's better to just wonder, the way we do. It was about death anyway.
I've always loved these street signs written on the ground where traffic can come at you from both directions when you think that might not be the case and would happily squish you for your inattention.
It appeals to me, you might have suspected, because of its glorious underlying possibilities, and the fact that most everything I write can be taken in more than one way, searing British irony being probably both one of my finest characteristics and also the reason I don't have any friends, such is the curse and calling of the driven type.
Anyway, I'm so pleased with this, and the totally, well, almost totally haphazard way the black bars blot out my eyes, that I'm seriously considering using another version of this on my Paris and I blog, iPhoned as it was, to answer my first hater, who I'm excited to get to know better.
Unfortunately, they only call themselves 'Anonymous' in the comments section, which is a bit weak, even for an uncreative type, but beggars can't be choosers I suppose.
OK, better run, there are other posts waiting to be written, and other Parisians waiting to be shot, so to speak, so I'll love you and leave you, even if the feelings aren't always mutuel - none of it really matters in the end, does it? Enjoy, or don't - the choice is entirely yours, of course.