Never a dull moment in Montmartre.

Just when I think I've seen it all, I realize I haven't.

I was sitting here typing and minding my own business when I heard drums out the window. I assumed it was our boy band, the Poulbots, who march occasionally up and down the street practicing.

But no, it was the "carnival pour tous," which meant everyone from scantily clad Brazilian types to veiled women pushing pousettes. What a hoot.