Issue VIII: The French Dispatch
C’est un Mardi du Crapaud
Bonjour fellow toads,
Joyeux Mardi du Crapaud! (Or Mercredi du Crapaud? I’m honestly not sure.)
This issue is coming to you live from Paris. We decided to take a trip for the Champions League final and spend a few extra days here after. It’s hard being a football fan!
By Maggie “Bants” McDonald
Paris was full of Liverpool fans (many of them actual Liverpudlians, also known as Scousers) for the final. We ran into a bunch when we stopped for a pizza, including this like nine year old kid…
In case you’re worried, he did get his pizza, but sadly, Liverpool did not win the league.
By Maggie “Whiskers” McDonald
Dear readers, this humble author has seen too many great cats to pick a single Cat of Note this week. So, I shall share with you all the cats I saw in the Cimetière de Montmartre.
These fellas were a scruffy ragtag band, and a little bit goth for living in a cemetery.
By Maggie “Dressing for Comfort” McDonald
One thing I’ve noticed about Paris: the ubiquitous athleisure sneaker look. Agh, I thought as I ate a pastry at a café (which is about 30% of what I’ve done the whole time I’ve been here), where are these French broads getting their dope-ass sensible shoes? It looks like the VEJA store is the most frequent culprit. Their shoes are mostly sleek and low profile, though they also have some chunkier and funkier styles that have grown on me.
I know that I’m really not a sneakers queen, but ooh! I *am*, at heart, an occasional conformist who loves to follow a trend. Will I escape Montmartre without a new pair of VEJAs on foot? Only time will tell.
And if you have sneaker recommendations, dear reader, please do share!
This issue is dedicated to all the pictures of butts I took in Paris.