Nothing says, "Welcome to our Honolulu hotel" like papaya wrapped in plastic, particularly when you're the Hygiene Hunter. Unless of course it's Steve McGarrett in gift wrap.
It looks like a little bird has told the Halekulani Hotel in Honolulu that the Hygiene Hunter is coming for a visit. This looks like about a six day supply of tissue for the HH;) That's the Hunter; not the hotel.
This crepe stand near the Eiffel Tower has its priorities in order. Chocolate and properly attired staff. And, no, I am not referring to the polar fleece.
Just after midnight along Avenue Montaigne in Paris I spy a white plastic bag lying in the doorway of the Canadian Embassy. Littering is not the Canadian way:(
Cheese should smell like cheese. Gym bags, on the other hand, should never smell like cheese. In a little side street on the Left Bank in Paris I discovered this most adorable little cheese shop. With the most amazing goat cheese I have ever savoured. Top honours also go to their cheesecake. And to the Cheese Man. If only I could remember the name of the shop. At the very least I know how to get there.
The George V is renowned for their fabulous and weekly floral creations. Hyacinths signal spring. Hell for people with allergies though.
After being presented with a stool to perch on, my handbag is insisting we move to Paris. To this hotel. I could be persuaded.
In this park, just beyond the Eiffel Tower, pigeons do the dirty work of chiens.
