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HAPPY BASTILLE DAY!

I’ve only spent one day in Paris.

That was during an unscheduled layover at Charles de Gaulle Airport.  I suddenly found myself with eight hours to kill…and I wasn’t going to spend them in the terminal.

So I took the airport bus to the Arc de Triomphe, and spent the day walking around the city.  No plans.  No map.  No French.

And I was dragging my wheelie bag behind me the entire time because they wouldn’t let me leave it in an airport locker for such a short time.

Sacrebleu!

The weather was lovely.  The people very helpful and nice — that’s right, they were nice (at least to my face).  And the city was incredibly beautiful.  When I rode the bus back to the airport later that evening, I had two thoughts.

  1. I am definitely coming back to Paris for a longer stay.
  2. The Eiffel Tower is short.

I bet they threw those fireworks up there by hand.


The nose knows

File this under the “I can’t help myself” department….

The Bloom Grocery chain has posted billboards along North Carolina highway 150 that feature a ginormous photo of a perfectly grilled steak.  Sure, that will catch the eye.

But they’ve added a second little something-something: the billboards pump out the smell of black pepper and charcoal.

Yum.

I’ll bet Bloom does sell more steak…and N.C. 150 sees a few more fender benders, too.

Haven’t you ever walked through an airport terminal and suddenly found yourself pulled up short by the smell of cinnamon sugar at Cinnabon?  Or did an abrupt 180 to purchase a garlic-and-butter coated pretzel that you didn’t even know you wanted at Auntie Annie’s?

When those smells hit you out of nowhere, you not only have intense cravings, your body immediately reacts to get you some!

These smelly billboards are being placed in the path of people operating heavy machinery.

Oh, the humanity!