Paris is a beast,
Paris thinks she's pretty
Go down in her cat-acombes
To pet her grinning kitty.
I get this little thrill every time I see a signiature graffiti in town. And the more out-of-the-way the location is, the more interesting it is to me that the artist chose that spot. I sometimes mull over the idea of leaving a signature pot in nooks and crannies around town.
Yeah, I know. It'd be a haven for mosquitos in the summer. And yes, they do have skeeters in Paris. Lurking in the metro, humming about your bare summer ankles.
This daydream of summer insects has been brought to you by the dying heat in the pot shop:
I can hardly wait to open the kiln.