So my niece called this morning at 5:30 am woke me up and said, (yes it's the same niece that said "my blog was just a bunch of cakes" and that "I shoot everything in rows").
There was a SEPTA transportation strike on in Philadelphia. Why not ride bicycles to work?
Which reminded me of the greve (strike) in Paris when everyone was velos (bikes).
Parisians get their training early. They learn how to tie a scarf Parisian style by 2 years old.
Les enfants learn their numbers counting bikes.
They learn about romance first on a bike!
Foreign exotic places? They get it early plus bikes.
They learn too that someday, when they are a grand mere they will still be riding those bikes.
A Parisian dog gets into the act.
OUAF! OUAF!
They get the bike training early with good reason - Paris circulation (traffic) is the pits. It used to be until the Velibs took over.
There are Velib stations everywhere.
Including in front of Pierre Herme rue Cambon
Is that why Pierre Herme designed these macaron boxes to look like bicycle wheels?
Does anything look nicer than a Pierre Herme sac in a Velib basket?
OUI! A pack of luscious Pierre Herme macarons. You have to be grateful to a niece who gives you good blog post ideas early in the morning when you haven't a clue what to post?
BONJOUR ANABEL!
(that's my niece...Anabel not the squirrel)
