Last gayfishmonger.jpgWednesday, Alberto and I were on the other side of town (near Place de la République) passing out flyers and posters to cafes and bookstores for his play in the Paris Gay and Lesbian Theater Festival this month. While walking down rue Oberkampf, I did a double-take when I thought I saw dozens of posters of shirtless men in a fish market.

Well, that's just what I saw, and Alberto and I went in and checked it out. It turns out that this fishmonger (that's the official term - I looked it up!) really, really likes Têtu, France's most popular gay mag that's like The Advocate and Out put together.

He likes the magazine so much, in fact, he decorated his fish market with blown-up magazine covers and red feather boas.

According to the article about him in Têtu, he regularly puts up displays of local art in his fish market, but wanted to present an homage to the journal for Valentine's Day.

The article also describes him as proud of his collection of magazine covers, and from talking with him for a few minutes last Wednesday, I gathered that he is really, really proud of this, as well as his medal from the city of Paris for Best Artisan in February.

It's little things like this that restore my faith in humanity.

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