Inflatable Rampage

After having been arrested at customs for trying to smuggle in a minimal command of the French language, Nat is at least gratified to discover that the French preoccupation with aesthetics reaches as far as their alarmingly low-security jail cells.

Following her release, Nat notices many more former detainees roaming the rues. Defamed and impoverished, this man and his interspecies conjoined twins are forced to queue for bread for hours at a time...

Odd that Nat should have been incarcerated for an apparently minor offense, whilst this man feels confident wheeling his victims about town in a small skip. Curiouser and curiouser...

But then French men are renowned for throwing their meat around.

Nat, now bespeckled with bruises of a size suspiciously matching that of the average Frenchman's elbow, is beginning to become familiar with Parisian custom & wonders whether it wasn't her blithe antipodean enthusiasm which caused this to-do in the first place...

After all, keen to reinforce their unwillingness to bend over backwards for anyone, many Parisians seem to be chronically and emphatically stooped.

Or, Nat happened to catch Paris in the lead up to the Hunchback of Notre Dame 2007 elections.

Or was it Presidential? We may never know...

Feeling that his compatriot is not sufficiently upholding the Parisian spirit, this bourgeois vigilante is bound by duty to help him along by giving tactile directions for looking down one's nose. Pupil captured assuming Gallic version of 'Grasshopper' stance.

Downcast by tensions in the Paris-Nat relationship, the latter feels struck by the apt form of this particular souvenir.