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Money, money, money.

"Money, money, money.
Always sunny.
In the rich man's world.
Aha-ahaaa."

Wise words from ABBA there. They say that money makes the world go around. I try not to think about money myself, but an eagle-eyed reader pointed out something they noticed while travelling the other day.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw the following banknotes...


This must be that million dollar smile that people talk about.


I knew that Henry had a following in Russia, but this was news to me.

If you visit Festisite, you might find something equally amazing.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Ha cool. Bet they love them.
Best-looking currency I've seen in a long time!
Unknown said…
Those are adorable!

(on a side note, I prefer Australian Notes to United States Bills, the polymer is superior to the Rag-Paper we use in many, many ways!)
Marie Reed said…
That's too cute! I'll have to pop over to that site:)
Babzy.B said…
funny ! just print them and go to the bank ;)
KL said…
I thought Henry was the captain and Prince of a country called Eternia!!??

Interesting website.
Irina said…
That smile is definitely worth more that a million dollars! :)

Contemporary 100 rubles note looks quite different, though :)
Danial Bigham said…
ha ha.it's beautiful money .
Kris McCracken said…
Mo, Ezra is more impressed than Henry...
Kris McCracken said…
Diva, do you keep many million dollar notes on your person?
Kris McCracken said…
Uncertainhorizon, I agree. That said, I liked the old one dollar note and the old one hundred dollar note was way better than the current one.
Kris McCracken said…
Magiceye, you can't smell him!
Kris McCracken said…
Marie, it is well worth the trip.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I will try it today.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he is eating cous cous.
Kris McCracken said…
Irina, I need to find some new Russian banknotes!
Kris McCracken said…
Danial, it's gorgeous!

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