The nimblest translation of “tongue in cheek” into French is probably “deuxième degré” (second degree), but this doesn’t quite capture the Pop-art playfulness of the Gazoline Stand, which has created a new Parisian oxymoron by being the city’s most fashionable gas station.
FUEL FOR HUMANS AND AUTOMOBILES, reads one of the signs on the façade of the recently renovated fueling stop, among the very oldest in the French capital, on the Boulevard des Invalides, in the bourgeois Seventh Arrondissement, just around the corner from the Musée Rodin.
