Friday, October 22, 2010

sew you feel like a coffee?

this is a little cafe i went to in krakow, poland.

it's a pole. and we're in poland. funny enough for me, but then the pole felt the need to declare both its being and belonging with this note:

unfortunately this hilarious pun's hilarity was lost on my french travelling companion. 'franchement, kate,' il a dit, 'qu'est-ce que tu as dans la tête?! n'importe quoi!' I guess puns don't translate.


  1. Hmm... the French don't have much of a sense of humour. I oughta know - I was married to one for seven years. Boy, that was one vindictive broken mirror!

  2. seven years! franchement, sally, qu'est-ce que tu as dans la tete?!

  3. So there's this guy walking along at the Olympics, carrying a really long stick. And another guy walks up to him and says "Oh, are you a pole vaulter?" And the guy replies "No, I am German, but how did you know my name was Walter?"

  4. PS. I went to that cafe in Krakow too! It was majorly awesome.


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