Not everything is fabulous and beautiful in Paris. I see some strange things sometimes-and some awful things such as a homeless man taking a dump between two parked cars on the street. That certainly took the bloom off the rose as I hurried on down the street gagging.
There’s a sort of medical store on rue Jacob with books and models to be used by, I assume, mostly doctors and medical students. They had models in the window of people whose faces had been injured that were done a century ago.
This isn’t strange but I always find it amusing. If a Frenchman (not usually a woman) really likes their meal and there are good juices or gravy left on the plate, they will use a piece of bread and get up every bit of it until it’s almost not necessary to clean the plate. They can also get every piece of meat off of a bone, as with a chicken leg or ribs not picking it up and all of the Frenchmen sitting at my table ate their cheeseburgers with a knife and fork.
PS-I’m still in Switzerland waiting for that baby. I was booked to go home this Monday but have extended my trip another week. I’m enjoying my grandsons at the moment.