Paris isn’t just the city of romance, it’s also a the city of shoddy supermarkets and dodgy characters. I spent a week there a few months ago, but don’t just take my word for it — here’s the pictorial evidence to prove it…
Anyone who says that ‘Paris is great for food’ is either a liar, or the sort of person who enjoys wandering around supermarkets for hours on end before trying to force open a stiff old baguette without a knife. If it wasn’t for this man and his expertly folded crepes, then I probably would have resorted to eating those small metal sculptures of the Eiffel Tower that everywhere seems to sell. He wasn’t too shabby at making pizzas either.
This lad may look like he’s having a real blast, but shortly after this photo a gang of mischief-makers kicked his cones out of line ruining his rhythm and knocking him all out of sync. Can’t a man slalom in peace?
When in Rome, do as the Roman’s do. When in Paris, why not go and get a curry from this happy chap?
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