There were, however, pictures to be taken. The Saturday I walked from Rue Réamur down to the BHV then all around the Marais was a few hours that even offered a little blue sky and sun. The day before I left was great, too, with no rain at all. When I got to the Eiffel Tower that last day, fog (la brume) encased it, making it look romantic, enshrouded, mysterious. I am not a fan of a romantically enshrouded Eiffel Tower of mystery. I like crisp, clean pictures but, alas, after standing in the dampness for 30 minutes, I gave it up and went to eat duck confit (as tasty as I'd hoped it would be).
|SO ROMANTIC! I'd have preferred crisp, cold, and clear.|
|They were happy to have their picture taken. Beautiful faces, oui?|
|La passage des grand cerfs: the shadow at the top is indeed my finger.|
|And once you see the cat, everyone sees the cat.|
My fave is still taking pictures of people taking pictures or even making pictures.
|La passage des grand cerfs gave us this.|
|Over by Centre Pompidou, this man apologized to me because he thought I wanted a picture of the same wall art. No, sir, I want your picture with the wall art.|
|Making art across from Centre Pompidou.|
|The Louvre Pyramid was a hotspot for taking pictures of people taking pictures.|