This happy-go-lucky little tractor trailer (or Banzai Boston-NYC Bus) has been my favorite traffic sign for the longest time. I've lost count of the number of times I'd been shocked into fits of hysterical laughter at a travel-mate's hollered "Fung Wah!"
Then, last week, in a (still leafy due to an unseasonably warm winter) suburb of Paris, I saw this:
Peplexe et un peu épatée, I asked what the penalty was for going the wrong way down a one-way street.
K replied that it was just a fine, but wondered why I was asking.
I mentioned that I kept seeing that particular sign around and all I could make of it was something to the effect of "don't go there or else we'll get all biblical on you and blow up your car."
He laughed (Snorts now, too. It's catching.) and said that I wasn't far off; that the signs were there to indicate that one was about enter one of those neighborhoods.