When I came across La Case du Cousin Paul at Monmarte in Paris, I nearly died of excitement. The whole store was covered from ceiling to floor with different coloured balls! All rationality went flying out the door and before I knew it, I had gathered up thirty balls in my basket. How was I going to bring thirty hallow balls back to Canada? Who knows! They're meant to be strung up with Christmas lights but I figured I would never turn them on and with my luck, they would just be a fire hazard anyways. Out came a needle and some string and up they went over my fire place. Very satisfying afternoon indeed!