In Search of the Gypsy...Found A French Thief

While in search of the gypsy, look who greeted me as I stepped off the bus. America is Back! Where did it go? Are we a pair of shoes? A sports team? Huh? What does the world think?

Well, never mind. Being on a mission I saw an open air market and hoped the gypsy was there.

This French mon was selling a new kind of slicer/dicer scissors. I couldn't resist. Zeee act saunt sold to me the see zorss. It came with a hair pick too. Such a gadget to behold!

















So many hats, so few heads wearing them. Wait 'til you see the gorgeous girl who modeled for me at BHV.

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This is the hat sales lady. While she was busy with customers,

This man put a hat on his head, pretended to look at hats, then sauntered away without paying. I couldn't remember the word for Stop, let alone thief, so I kept the camera clicking. Maybe some day he'll be on 'Most Wanted' and I can say I saw him in Paris.

No luck finding the gypsy at the market. With plenty of time and tired of crowds I walked several blocks to see the cemetery. So many little houses and each has interesting stained glass and alters inside. Some have kneelers so people can step inside and say a prayer. I would have to pray; #1. that I could get back up from the kneeler and #2. I wouldn't get my butt stuck in such a tiny space.

I kind of liked the idea of using an old flower pot for a candle holder. The green branch was plastic. I love one of the little 'houses' with a step ladder leaning against the wall inside. Was it a ladder to heaven, an escape route, it reminded me of a spoon shaped like a ladder that is put in a pot of beans so the toots can climb out. Who knows, the French are clever ones...