An American in Paris! Can I buy you a fancy lunch? Snails? How do you work this thing!?! Oh boy... that's right! Even though I was upright my fingers were fast asleep. Wish I could tell you these were the only misfires on my camera...
These photos are from my second day in Paris. I woke up at 7am (10pm Seattle time) and enjoyed the complimentary breakfast of a large roll, croissant, cereal and... another croissant. For the record, every morning I consumed AT LEAST 3 to 4 members of the bread family. My plan for the day was to find a LARGE CUP OF COFFEE*, hopefully several and to walk ALL OVER Paris (by days end I'd walked close to 15 miles by my dirty American reckonin').
*Most French coffee is small... espresso and the like... I hail from the Northwest; our coffee comes in buckets.
I took MANY photos during my hike around Paris, none of which I'm going to share (bore you with). If you've never been to Paris click here .
By early evening I made my way to the 4th arrondissement where Dash Shaw was signing the French edition of Bottomless Belly Button at the fantastic comic book shop Super Heros.
As you approach Super Heros you see this giant Jacques Tardi billboard... honestly, it's things like this that make Paris great. Why would there be a comic book shop in Paris called Super Heros with Tardi imagery for signage?
Yes, in France there is Tintin type everywhere and it's awesome.
Super Heros' storefront.
Inside we find Dash Shaw and Editions çà et là éditeur Serge Ewenczyk. It was a surprising relief to speak some American (not English, American). When I first saw Dash I had trouble navigating the word "Hey." Serge was a godsend and took us to a nice little place where we had crêpes (mine was called the "Toronto" and came with a sausage patty and fried egg).
At Super Heros they had a limited edition Charles Burns / Killoffer print!
Okey, hold on tight, we're going to do some time traveling.
The following photos were taken the day after Festival International de la Bande Dessinée d'Angoulême ended and I was back in Paris, where it had snowed.
The only reason I took this photo was to prove to my Grandpa that it snowed in Paris.
Lets get one thing straight. Paris was lousy with Obama propaganda . Everwhere I looked I saw t-shirts proclaiming "My President is Black." I couldn't help but wonder if tacit French rasicsm extends to Obama or not. I asked a few expats and they all responded with fishy shrugs.
Moving right along... Since I was in Paris I decided I should go visit Centre Georges Pompidou...
... to read some comix! Courtesy André Breton and co.
Just as I was about to leave Centre Georges Pompidou I spotted a flyer for a talk to be given by Joe Dog aka Anton Kannemayer, Konradski aka Conrad Botes and Joe Daly. The talk was centered around the amazing Bitterkomix and it was fantastic. I highly recommend all of their work.
On my way home I spied this...
... some French smart alec demanding Jordan Crane's NON #6.
More to come.