I saw many cool and wonderful things in France, including French KITTIES!
The first kitty I encountered was pacing itself for a busy day, in Honfleur.
Then, this kitty felt at ease in the protection of the walled city of Carcassonne.
The best kitty-fest was in Orches, where our B and B had a momma kitty and two adorable kittens. The used a small pipe in the wall of the house as a kitty door. It was so cute!
The last kitty we saw on the trip was from the very German-looking town of Eguisheim, which had more flowers per square foot (meter?) than any town I had ever seen, PLUS one kitty!
I love the calico in the window.
My favorote is the tiger kitten still in the pipe. SO cute!
ce n’est pas une pipe.
I love the orange one – he reminds me of Oscar!
There is no a pipe? I’m confused (could be my poor French). The white kitty is 3/4 out of the pipe, and the tiger is still in it.
I was being a smart-aleck There’s a painting of a pipe by Magritte that reads “ce n’est pas une pipe…”
http://foucault.info/documents/foucault.thisIsNotaPipe.en.html
So, you made a joke, in French, aluding to a painting? Alusion nerd.