Conduisez A Paris - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Conduisez A Paris
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a project to design a poster encouraging taking your car into Paris.
Parking tickets in Paris are called papillons, butterflies: for the way they flutter in the breeze under your windscreen wiper; or, for the way they get smashed on your windscreen.
'A' has an acute in the French, as has the first 'e' in 'ecrasements'.
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