Oh, non! Some enfant has lost her lapin.
Why don't WE have a crêpe stand at the foot of our street?
A crêpe maker in the Marais, slicing a banana onto my second or third Nutella crêpe of the trip.
His menu. I'd like to try the Reine (ham, cheese, mushrooms, olives) next time, plus a raspberry or apricot jam crêpe for dessert.
The weight of all the lovers' locks on Paris's bridges are threatening some with collapse.
A welcoming flower shop.
Pink displays near the Place Vendôme, courtesy of Estée Lauder for Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
An old-style jazz band performs "Dream" on a Sunday afternoon in the Marais.
Made us feel like we'd walked into a Woody Allen film. We even began stuttering.