Post by bixaorellana on Sept 13, 2018 20:06:56 GMT
I get a strong feeling from that photograph that the women are old friends, possibly a couple are related to each other, and that one of them had to deliver bad news -- a terrible diagnosis? -- to the rest of them. It really looks as though no one knows what to say now.
This afternoon on the metro, two uniformed agents boarded and made an announcement. "We are part of the new service of the RATP (metro authority) to promote civility among the passengers and proper use of your travel cards and tickets." Anyway, bla bla bla, but then it started becoming unusual. They started talking about how the daily commute can be stressful and that people should do a few stretching exercises which they proceeded to demonstrate. They had a music player which played Gainsbourg's Je t'aime, moi non plus and they said that everybody should validate each other. They put a metro ticket in their mouths and then exchanged them with their lips. Then they walked up and down the metro car stroking people's shoulders with their tickets. Next they ripped off their stripper pants and shirts and did a pole dance in their underpants. No, it turned out they didn't work for the metro after all.
Post by bixaorellana on Sept 22, 2018 16:42:44 GMT
Hmmm. I bet the real metro authorities will be after them. No matter how entertaining, it's somewhat worrisome that people could so convincingly present as real RATP workers.
I just gave in to a cranky impulse. Every Saturday at least one couple or group go up and down the block, ringing doorbells & wanting to tell everyone about Jesus. Usually I'm polite and send them on their way. Not today. I have a little speakeasy window in my driveway gate, which I opened to see the two people out on the sidewalk. The man said something in a voice so soft it was almost impossible to understand. I snapped back, "Are you here to talk about Jesus?". He said yes, whereupon I hissed out, "You know it's the 21st century and that there is no one who has not heard of Jesus?" They sort of stumbled backward, mumbled yes, then left. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
A mother and small child were ahead of me at the supermarket. The child examined what I was putting on the belt and suddenly cried out to his mother "that man is buying worms!" She was mortified even though I smiled.
No, they were not worms. They were crevettes grises, the tiny shrimps that you eat raw and whole.
You're all confusing me here. It's a bus stop replaced in the exact same position it was after they built the concrete drain for when it rains heavily - which it does do in the rainy season (which is now). It's not far from me.
Here, a déneigement (snow clearance) offensive is under way, the little trucks are beeping to announce the arrival of the big ones, and of course to ensure that motorists remove their cars from the lanes being cleared. If not, they are towed, with a fine and the trouble of fetching them. Worse yet for people who leave their bicycles in the path of the monsters!
Livia is fascinated - since she is indoors now. If not, she'd be terrified. There is a map with the progress of the déneigement process; quite a lot has already been cleared. Toddling off to bed soon with Livia and warm bedding.
Were you being serious in saying the tent installation is coincidental to the fire which must have displaced bunches of people? What happens to the displaced -- do social services find places for them or what?
21 apartments were destroyed or damaged in the fire. The residents who don't have family or friends with whom to stay are put in hotels by the city. Since this is social housing, the costs are covered either by the city or the association that owns the building (and of course the global insurance policy. What I am wondering about is what happens to the tenants responsible for the fire, since barbecue grills and gas bottles are totally forbidden in such a building. I bet a hell of a lot of barbecues are going to disappear from balconies all over Paris in the coming weeks, especially when inspectors get to work. (Obviously, inspectors generally don't worry about such things, particularly in modern buildings that have no reason to catch fire. Old, rundown buildings are another matter.)
That migrant settlement appeared within the last 10 days. I go by Rosa Parks at least twice a week, and it wasn't there two weeks ago.
People arrived instantly with all sorts of clothing within 24 hours. One of the main things that was mentioned in the reports is that it was local kids who ran into the building to bang on every door to get people to leave the building. The fire was apparently after 11pm and quite a few people had already gone to bed. It is thanks to these young guys that there were no casualties and not even any injuries. The city and the HLM authorities will be housing the residents temporarily. Probably about 15 of the apartments can be rehabilitated before the end of the month, which leaves about 6 others as a longer term problem. Things could be a lot worse.
Naturally I always wonder to what extent the insurers will be bastards for the rest of the stuff. "Oh, you don't have receipts for all of your possessions? Sorry!"