Sunday afternoon, we walked out of our building without a definite plan. A Sunday walk et c'est tout. The walk took us through Luxembourg Gardens and beyond onwards to the Musée D'Orsay and the quais. After about two hours, when it was time to go home, I had the crisis of a child who knows that going home on a Sunday evening means that the weekend is ending and Monday is only a night's sleep away. So instead of hopping down into the metro, I slyly suggested walking all the way back, only this time, taking different streets, some that we'd never taken before, some that we'd taken long ago, and discovering/ re-discovering things we love.
vintage travel posters that transport you to far away places
a lovely store sign that catches your eye from the top of the street
creative hats that made me wish I had somewhere to wear one to ..
a lobster ?
or perhaps a bow like this lovely frogette?
remnants from another time
bookstores full of pleasant things to look at
I particularly like the name of this one, as "flânning" is what we did all afternoon, and oh, that looks like a flânneur I know ...
the perfectly symmetrical façade of an old hotel, transformed now into college dorms
a cast of unlikely characters catching the show
and because no walk through Paris is complete without the compulsory stop in front of real estate ads to sigh, "if only!"