I thought this man was Julian Assange for a while. Porn stuff are still displayed high up on shelves.
horse buying.
girls on a shopping spree. Very common scenery! I’m lucky I was only carrying bags on these occasions. Of course Karine has got a good reason: she has to get supplies for one year at a time. French designers for instance haven’t set foot yet in Arusha.
that is a change from the anorexic sick-looking models shackling their bones on catwalks.
funnier in winter when smokers get out in the cold for their smoke fix and flap their arms to keep warm.
I remember this guy from previous years, always working on his tan while attending his book stand. These bookshops on the Seine are interesting and above all peaceful! No punk to harass and pester you. They assume you’re a grown up with working eyes and tongue, so you have noticed that books are sold and not shoes, that you can ask what you’re looking for and so they leave you in peace. Priceless…
as opposed to this pain in the neck and the cohort of “colleagues” prowling around most famous places.
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