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Bigfoot pointed out that I neglected to mention what happened on the way to dinner at Le Grande Cascade. We were in the taxi and drove through a park in a pretty residential neighborhood. There is a two lane road running in both directions through the park and pretty heavily wooded areas close to the road. It was around half 8 and starting to get a bit darker. We are driving along and I see a lone woman standing in very suggestive clothing and I raise my eyebrows. Look at Bigfoot and he nods. Soon enough, we start seeing loads of prostitutes 'working' the park. These women were wearing next to nothing and standing around in packs close to the bushes. You could see men approaching them and some men standing around them which I assume to be their pimps. I have never seen such blatant prostitution outside of Amsterdam. Very amusing and disturbing at the same time. I just looked it up and this park is called Bois de Boulogne which is known for its adult prawlings at night and also Brazilian transvestites.
I found a funny article about it from 2000 on www.salon.com :
Paris prostitutes uprooted
Storms force fur-clad hookers out of famed Bois-de-Boulogne.
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By Hank Hyena
Jan. 25, 2000
Ladies of the night have been selling their skin for years in Paris' verdant park, the Bois-de-Boulogne. Like wood nymphs, the prostitutes entice eager customers into sequestered leafy crannies for coital cavorting. This erotic arrangement has pleased prudish Parisians who want to keep hookers out of view, off the public boulevards.
Mon Dieu! Tempestuous weather destroyed this humping harmony on Dec. 26, when winds lashed the park, stripping branches and uprooting trees. Huge groves are presently cordoned off because of the danger of falling timber, forcing the naughty nooky merchants to flash their wares in an elegant adjacent neighborhood.
"All they have on is a fur coat and a pair of string panties," Christine Andre, Boulogne-Billancourt town hall spokeswoman, told Agence France-Presse on Monday. "There they are from late afternoon, just when our children start coming home from school. We have had it up to here."
The prostitutes are advertising their pudenda in front of the posh homes, horrifying the inhabitants. Clients and voyeurs flocking to the district are entangling the locals in traffic snarls. Drug dealers are also slithering in with pharmaceuticals that keep the nearly naked women warm.
Boulogne-Billancourt town hall has begged Paris administrators to reopen the park as quickly as possible, so that its titillating species can return to the shadows. "We don't want any trees to fall on them or anything," Andre explained. "We just don't want them here."
Paris prostitutes enjoy an exalted position in French culture as revered subject matter in the paintings of Toulouse-Lautrec and numerous other painters. Literary figures have also praised the French whore: When the National Assembly abolished brothels in 1946, poet Pierre Mac Orlan lamented, "The entire structure of our civilization has collapsed!"
Naked World is confident that the current femmes, buttressed by their proud heritage, will successfully surmount all meteorological and suburban obstacles and gloriously continue their ecstatic social duties.
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We went for our yearly (-ish) jaunt to Paris a few weekends ago. I didn't take many photos because I've been there several times before. We rented an apartment in the the St-Germain-des-Prés neighborhood which gave us a better feel for living in the city as locals do. Shopping and eating were both fantastic as usual. It is refreshing to have a taste of good service, even if it is just for the weekend.
Laduree is a well known tea/pasterie shop and restaurant along the Champs Elysees. Their macaroons are absolutely amazing. My favorite flavor was raspberry. Had a few before I thought to take a picture. The prices are steep, though. This box set us back 30 euro!
We had never visited Paris in July or Aug previously and didn't realise that many restaurants close for those 2 months. We couldn't get our first restaurant choice but ended up going to Le Grande Cascade in the Paris suburbs which was very very good. I think it possibly wins out over Le Cinq. Bigfoot found the restaurant after calling up the Four Seasons and pretending to be a guest there. Good technique, eh? We also discovered our new favorite wine, Domaine du Clos des Fees Vieilles Vignes. I believe the year was 1999 but Bigfoot can correct me if I am wrong. I could really see drinking that bottle as a substitute for a meal. It felt that filling and satisfying.
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