I've cycled around la ronde of the Place de la Bastille more than a few times. The first time, I did it because, well, it's the Place de la Bastille: As I circled around la Colonne de Juillet (July Column), several years before the Bastille Opera house was constructed, I tried to imagine a mob storming a prison and leveling it--and the Marquis de Sade escaping, even if that part of the story isn't true.
So it's not hard for me to associate bicycles with Bastille Day. But a chihuahua?
Hmm...Chihuahuas bark in Spanish, right? So it couldn't be too hard to get this fellow to bark, "Joyeuse Bastille, mes amis!"
Thank Billie Valentine for that adorable image. Bikes and chihuahuas: at least they aren't tanks.
So it's not hard for me to associate bicycles with Bastille Day. But a chihuahua?
Hmm...Chihuahuas bark in Spanish, right? So it couldn't be too hard to get this fellow to bark, "Joyeuse Bastille, mes amis!"
Thank Billie Valentine for that adorable image. Bikes and chihuahuas: at least they aren't tanks.
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