And so we discover that the Scots are in town (perhaps the whole island of them) for the World Cup. The streets in La Marais and the Latin Quartre are full of them. How delightful!
This is where we learn a new word: peepin’. “If you hate the peepin’ English, sit down!” And later verses, “If you hate the peepin’ English, take off your shirt!”
Lo! The sound of bagpipes and rowdy singing fills the streets. Even the Lady Gendarmes are smiling at these guys and their friendly antics.
Some of these photos just defy description! Like this one … two Scots that we chatted with. I exchanged a photo opportunity for KISSES! Drat — why did I not take more photos?!