In the Tulleries, the boy had just gripped the gold handle on top, rapidly turned it around in a circle, that motion operates the pump for the water-spout. There is no excuse to stay inside. The parks are full of families, the elderly taking their exercise and lovers who are often hard pressed to find one where they can sit or lay on the lawns. The French are careful about maintenance of gardens and won’t tolerate misuse of these green spaces.
A bright painted car, an unusual motor bike, a pedestrian, a street sign or simply one of the colourful inhabitants.
A pharmacy across the road from YSL Foundation had these beautiful symbols in polished brass on each side of the entry.A woman holding a large bar code outside our apartment, not mad, she is the assistant to the Surveyor.Bob Marley is just around the corner.
Hanging light fitting in boutique on Rue St Honore.
Beautiful metal textured planters with olives and ivy.I take the bus when I can so I can see what is going on. Wine crates packed to the rafters. There must be another entrance.More amazing sights. This one is rare, it is the path to the Montparnesse Musee. It has a village atmosphere with low set buildings facing the lane. Reminiscent of the Mews conversions in London.