Oink oink oink for l’Annee du Cochon! Long live Wilbur! In China itself there may be some problems: a planet-threatening tsunami of babies, clandestinely conceived this year in order to take advantage of the luxurious auspices. Also, worries about offending the muslim populations with too much joyful piggery. But in Paris, home to perhaps 20,000 Chinese, pink is the color we were wearing today, celebrating in front of l’Hotel de Ville.