Walking Tour

Why wouldn’t you name a restaurant The Masked Cucumber?

Still masked, and still dancing. Might I point out the fact that this joyous cucumber (which more resembles a zucchini) is holding up the same knife and fork that will be used later on to eat him? Why is he wearing a napkin? Does he not know that he’s going to end up as a side dish? It’s like the walrus and the oysters.

I can see the restaurant owner saying to him, “hey Cucumber, I’m having myself a little costume dinner party next Tuesday, so make sure you’re here at 7 sharp and make sure to bring your dancing shoes and that ill-fitting girdle!” Cucumber bounces into the restaurant on Tuesday with a ‘hey guys!!’, ready to have a good time with some cool folks, and realizes that no one else is wearing a costume. They do have forks and knives, though. And they look hungry.

The Blue Orange is a pretty sweet name too, with no tragic associations with humanized fruit.

Trippy.

Ahh, Fischer beer, encouraging child alcoholism since 1821.

This is why I like France. If there’s any reason to put well-sculpted buttocks into the public arena, well by Jove it will be done. The ad is for hemorrhoids, for crying out loud. Gross.

This garden had a rather amazing rose vine going on.