Les Galleries L. and Printemps are much like New York's Macy's and Bloomingdales, and the whole city comes out to see their elaborate window displays each holiday season. And they were something. Something hallucinogenic. Most of the scenes combined marionnette bears, rabbits and gingerbread men with Bladerunner-esque mannequins, but others just had the bears, rabbits and gbm involved in cultish scenes of glutonous depravity, ie. holiday excess taken to weirdly impish levels. But the best (worst) part was the music--some kind of North Pole candy cane casiotone techno (a new genre, perhaps), with occasional robotic children's voices saying things like "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a la-dedans" (what's in there?) and "Je veux un cadeau!" (I want a present!).
They have little platforms set up for the tiniest onlookers to be able to get in close and oh and ah. Sawyer laughed hysterically, as you will see on the video that I'm going to post in a minute.
More crazy bears doing semi-lascivious things to a snowy log.
Only in Paris would the Christmas bears wear cone-boob lingerie.
Inside the Galleries there is always a terribly impressive Christmas tree that reaches nearly to the top of the cupola.
Here you can see the giant presents suspended from the cupola.
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