Seeing Le Double Abroad

So, I noticed a theme in a few of my 900+ pictures from our trip abroad.

There seemed to be a bit of matchy-matchy going on.

Some more obvious than others.

But there . . . all the same.

Shall we peruse?

 First off, there's that whole Starbucks thing going on here between father and daughter.

Anyone see a resemblance other than their cup labels?

 Here we have the black-jacketed big-wheel tourists.  

A favorite of mine as this was taken from the driver's seat as we sat at a light.

The forward leaning dude rather amuses me: good form.

 Speaking of black jackets -- black leather jackets were popular and ubiquitous.  

As modeled by this lovey-dovey couple in downtown Wiesbaden.

 And for the bottom half,  blue jeans are always a perennial favorite.

Here we see fine athletic form modeled by one not-so-modest athlete. . .
 and his more fully-attired modern counterpart.
I'm partial to the one in flip-flops.

It appears that camouflage doesn't always hide the bearer of said clothing.

"Let's walk our wee white dogs together down a Strasbourg sidewalk."

By virtue of being the only sighting of people hanging out a window from several stories up, these two made the list.

Perched atop a roof alongside the Rhine, this couple caught my camera's eye.
When they weren't gazing at one another or watching birds in flight,
they turned their complementary red sunglasses and red-shoed feet our way.

It's the sweet look of love upon the visages of this dynamic couple . . .

A refreshing pair of cones oozing cool creamy gelato.

Every heard the one about dogs and owners resembling one another in form and  fur? 

Even the art reflected the patterns.
Wonder who absconded with their legs? 

"Wait! For! Me-e-e-e!"

La Montagne des Singes of Alsace, France.
Barbary macaques placidly observing the latest round of humans in their habitat.

"So, two redheads sit down on the metro from Versailles to Paris."
Stop me if you've heard this one.  HAH!
They practically match the seats: it doesn't get any closer.

I rather enjoyed eavesdropping on these two gray-haired gents in front of us on the train.
Everything said was in French and utterly everyday and fascinating, all at once.

Even the buildings share more than a passing resemblance.

What are THEY looking at . . . the tower is in FRONT of them!

And then there was fromage . . .  

Here, buggy, buggies!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Moulin Rouge or Moulin Rude? 

A pair of 'murses.'

Mirrored.

Need I state the obvious similarities?

Practically TWINS, I say!

Ladies in scarlet. 

A pleasing duet of liquid-to-foam-perfectly-ratioed steins.

Simple wimples.

Gregarious guardians, these grand gargoyles. 

I'd pay good money to see my father-in-law reenact this scene.

Engine-free wheels on the streets of a hamlet in Germany.

A trio of redheads? 

Scantily clad sycamores on the River Rhine in Wiesbaden.

Statuesque.

Heads.  Bicycles.  Stance.  She's missing the leather jacket, however.

For those not fond of jeans but wanting neutral comfort on a dreary day.

Shhh.  Ekmanis ladies a-nappin'.

And finally, the royal red of Delta Airlines bedding put to good use.
It didn't work for me.

But, I do believe the bedding awaiting me at this midnight hour at home WILL work.
Bon nuit and adieu.