We often walked by the Seine as the weather was warm and lovely. Usually we are there
in winter or fall. Spring came earlier in Paris; Boston didn't have any leaves when we left.
The elegant staircase at the Gustave Moreau Museum.
I admit I was always more taken with Moreau's staircase than with his paintings....
I didn't see any men dressed anything like this. I'll describe what I did see in a future post.
Paris has plenty of graffiti and most of it is not a bit romantic.
But we thought this, under the Viaduc des Arts, was perfect.
A sleeping beggar and her black-and-white cat.
Printemps, a jewel box of a department store.
My husband was all, "Why are we going in here?" Then he saw.
This trip, our jet lag put us onto a very French schedule. We would become comatose
in the late afternoon and wake up hungry for dinner at 8 or 9, which is when Parisians
like to eat. So we saw a lot of the city in the evening. On other trips, we'd be back in our
room by 9, instead of enjoying a second wind.