Pardon Our French: shopping

Here are just some pictures that I have taken recently of things that I've found interesting when we're out shopping.

"petit' you say. Really? 800g of cheese is petit? Then what, might I ask would you consider grand?

All right then....duly noted.
A wheel of cheese that is probably a bit more than 1m across - 30cm deep -and I can't even imagine how much it weighs.

Up next - in the frozen food aisle we have - side by side - Cuisses de Grenouilles et Escargot.

Frog legs and snails - prepared and frozen.

Sometimes the stereotypes are just too easy.

This was in an Italian food store. Some sort of special cake - most of them were the size of a cantaloupe - this one was as tall as Alma - and over double her weight. And also €149! Yikes.

This is a ceramic bust of Jonny Hallyday. An individual who cannot be avoided in France - and an individual whom I believe no one except the French can understand. From my vantage point he appears to be a combination of French-Elvis, with a bit of Neil Diamond cheesiness and the kitch of Celine Dion, all rolled up in a highly produced over-the-hill rocker. Nice.

Seriously - he is something else. There is every imaginable type of cliché merchandise for him - and I even saw one time - and I wish I was making this up - a type of Wii RockBand - Jonny Hallyday

A toaster - with the we-have-need-of-this accessory - the croissant holder.

One time I was in the wine aisle - and looked to my right and say this €99 bottle of Saint-Julien - and on the other side were these little plastic barrel-looking jugs of €6 for 3 liters of pure swill.
(or as my father-in-law accurately calls it: Château de Plonk )

A guy in front of me buying 'lunch': A bottle of Pastis, and a bag of Haribo candy