Who needs the Moulin Rouge when such risqué fun can be found right on the streets of Paris. As this recent arrival demonstrates:
That is some nice tinting they have done – definitely brings some artistic flair to the picture. The cowboy musicians, however, I don’t get at all.
Here’s the flip side:
“Concours de houla-hoop sur les Champs Elysées.”
“Oops, found this in the luggage when we got home – forgot to send it in Paris. The bass man really likes the green chick’s ass.