Featured promnently at the checkout counter of the newstand in Schipol Airport was Penthouse, with naked boobies on the cover in full display. Well, this is the Netherlands. Alongside Penthouse, however, was featured The Economist. Reading material for both heads? Or colliding ad budgets making strange bedfellows?
Anecdotal evidence that obesity is genetic: watching a proper French lady (it's all about the scarf) calmly split a croissant in half at the breakfast table. She then liberally buttered both sides and ate it just like she's probably done her entire life.
Europeans certainly are more resource conscious than Americans in most ways. Except for water. One good Euro-flush would be good for two or three goes in a Californian water-saving toilet.
Full-day, wire-to-wire coverage of the Tour de France was cool, even if it was in French. Also caught the French Grand Prix, which made me wish that F1 was back on regular cable instead of the Speedvision crap.
Why would a guy buy clothes at a store called "Sissy Boy"? It'd be one thing if it were just a shop in the Red Light District, but I saw at least three stores in my time in Benelux, and its merchandise isn't much more exciting than The Gap anyway. So this name must be a conscious multnational branding strategy. And how in the world does this store sell stuff to women?