Nice, huh?
Reminds me of that rough stretch I did in the Maximum Security Penitentiary in San Quentin. Oh, they tried their best to break me, but I just zipped my lip — I'd never rat anyone out! And then, once I finally got out of solitary confinement, I paid six packs of cigarettes to get a new tattoo on my chest, done with a rusty needle and lampblack ink: Less Is More! With topless Chicana lasses wearing sombreros and wings and garter-belts framing it.
I'm tempted, of course, to declare this architectural style The Stalag 13 School, but it is, after all, France, and there's a certain resistance (not much of a Resistance, really, unless you call ordering another bottle of Vichy water a resistance) to les Allegmagne. But really, it's probably much more appropriate to title this type of architectural endeavor as adhering to The School of Drancy.
(Drancy, just south of Paris, was an internment camp — easily and conveniently converted from public housing — where Vichy officials, French government functionaries, gathered undesirables so they could hand them over to the Gestapo and then see them swept off to Auschwitz and elsewhere. Designed for 700, it held as many as 7,000; once again proving the incredible efficiency of modern architectural design.)
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