No Segways

Prague is so overrun with dopey tourists tilting around on Segways that custom signage is necessary:

Who you gonna call? I’m picturing two nerds with proton packs vacuuming up tourists.

No Private Detectives

This is a private club, coppa. You got a membership card?

I think this is actually a no smoking sign, but why’d they have to make him so dapper? Looking at this sign makes me want to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Yes Wiener Institute

This isn’t actually forbidding anything, but it really appeals to my inner 12 year old.

Institute for the study and advancement of wieners

Lenin, Meet Zuckerberg

If you missed Tiara’s Memento Park post, it’s worth a review.  I particularly liked their sign promoting their social media accounts.

You can almost hear him rolling over in his grave.

Water Bus – Budapest

I could have used one of these on my last trip when the bridges were washed out from the floods

Pretty sure a strong wind would blow this thing on its side. It looks amazing though.

Stern Beer – Krakow

Harsh, but fair

This name cracks me up.  Tiara doesn’t find it funny. We leave it to you, readers.

Gummy Walker – St Paul De Vence

It came from a mediocre bistro!

These gummies came with the bill at a thoroughly unremarkable restaurant. From humble beginnings come great things…

Bootleg Cars Display – Czestochowa

For some reason the strip mall in Czestochowa had a bunch of cars that had been chopped up and made to look like Cars. The steering wheel in this one is actually hooked up. Impressive chop jobs.

Cairn – Trail around Vence

This cairn has no fewer than 13 carefully balanced rocks!

Fun fact, Tiara and I have taken dog surveys (highly scientific!) that say we should own a Cairn Terrier.

Bathroom Sign at Hanage Restaurant – Berlin

This speaks for itself.

I have an acquaintance who admitted to me of using western toilets in a squat toilet manner (figure 4). So it is possible Hanage has had these other problems as well.

These Pretzels are Making Me Thirsty – Copenhagen Airport

Apparently we couldn’t wait long enough to take a picture before ripping into these thirst-inducing treats

Tiara and I have been slowly rewatching Seinfeld on this trip after hours. Obviously, we had to own this bag of These Pretzels are Making Me Thirsty.

Pirate Wine Glass at La Cantine Restaurant – Paris

Yo ho, ho, and a bottle of Rosé

We had a really great set lunch at this place, and I fully intended to write about it. The skeleton chef wine glass will have to suffice.

I have no idea at Jardin d’Acclimitation – Paris

In the future, we will all be cows.

Okay, so I looked it up, and apparently transhumance is a real word:

the action or practice of moving livestock from one grazing ground to another in a seasonal cycle, typically to lowlands in winter and highlands in summer.

But I’m still going to picture a parade of variegated transhuman cow-people roaming the astroturf.

Marseille was definitely dirtier than the other cities we’ve been to, but it also had some of the coolest street art. Here’s a photo dump of some of the things we saw.

Murals

I like captain pickle in the middle

Fishmongerzilla

It’s cool, but I wish it wasn’t so “urine-y”

Bird man is so fat, when he lies around the house, he lies around the house. Get it?

Thematically Appropriate Shutter Art

A number of stores had sweet mural art that reflected the services they provided.

This worked. Now I really want some orange chucks.

Droopy never got enough airtime

What’s up indeed

High Fidelity Graffiti

Most of these are executed like murals, just smaller scale.

It’s the graffiti equivalent of angry birds

Animal on acid; you should hear him play the drums

The incredible adventures of hungry panda and necro-rooster

Low Fidelity Graffiti

Not all graffiti artists are doing crazy full-color work with shading. But they still make some cool stuff.

Sort of Fraggle Rock-ish

It’s Totoro! I just wish the artist had been better

The Missfits

Ontologies are hard. These ones didn’t shake out cleanly into another category.

This might just be an ad. I have no idea.

Not technically graffiiti, but I love the little pigs.

This Pink Panther was actually in Paris.

I’ll pass.

She’ll get us where we need to be… eventually