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My Six Months in Paris

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Voulez-vous pacser avec moi?

Unlike some other European countries, France doesn't have gay marriage, yet. They do have civil unions, which are known here by the acronym "PACS." This in turn has become a verb, "se pacser," which means "to get oneself PACSed."

The cake decorators of Paris are a bit ahead of the laws, however, as shown by this sight from a neighborhood bakery:

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