En train de flân­er. Aucun train-train.

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(Google trans­late thinks my title means “Loiter­ing . No routine.”. Ah, machine trans­la­tion, you still have a way to go with idioms. It’s more like “Wander­ing around. Noth­ing humdrum.” with the inclu­sion of a bad French pun. Call me up if you ever want any Cara­m­bar-level French jokes)


Poor imprisoned plants.

Here’s some more photos from Paris (again taken with a Pentax ME super and expired Pound­land film with a strange red cast), from my gener­al wander­ing around. Wander­ing is one of my favour­ite things to do. In French it’s flân­er, and someone who wanders around a city, observing things and casu­ally explor­ing is a flâneur or a flâneuse, much celeb­rated in liter­at­ure. I did a lot of that on my recent trip, both because I was on such a tight budget, and also because I was on my own, so I was free to spend my time as I liked. I’m in the middle of writ­ing a new zine about the trip. Hope­fully I’ll have it finished by the Shef­field Zine Fest next week­end.


Almost every other coun­try in Europe seems to use yellow post­boxes. I don’t know why we ended up with red. I looked it up, and found this pleas­ing map of post­box colours round the world.


This is an excel­lent street name.

Shop front

Nice shop window graph­ics in a back­street, on the HQ for community gardens in the Île-de-France. (Their website it also really pretty).


I got off the train at Stal­in­grad to see the HQ of the French Commun­ist Party, which is appar­ently a very impress­ive build­ing, but I basic­ally walked around in circles and never found it.


This looks like a terri­fy­ing climb.

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