Domino’s Pizza in Paris. Another layered, Pico Iyer-esque moment: Italian food, American interpretation, French audience. (Note also the Coke machine lurking in the back of the restaurant.) Somehow, this Domino’s has managed to skirt French laws requiring advertisements to be presented in French—if you squint, you can see that they’re still billing themselves as “The Pizza Delivery Experts.” (This claim dubiously, if ingeniously, avoids any sort of claim on the quality of the pizza itself.)
A herd in support of pizza-delivery. These scooters have identical end-goals to their cousin, the American automobile; the surmountability culturally-based differences in transportation and delivery.