I want to marry you, Bitch

Walking around Notting Hill and Maida Vale, we bumped into this shop... Bemused by the sign, I was wondering who one earth would buy some bride cakes from such a bakery. Then I realised that the owners must have identified a brilliant market niche: the ultimate, and delicious way to tell the groom that his future wife is a bitch!

(NB: Les Couilles du Chien translates into The Dog's balls/testicles)

To read further:
  • Good signs, an article on how signs in a street reveal your very own culture
  • Forbidding is forbidden, or how a sign brings us back to May 68 and its street philosophers.

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