Those Boots Were Made For Walking - A Day Around Paris

First things first - the boots were comfort personified (see previous post)

Harvey, Charlotte, me and our friends Annie and Gavin did the Paris thing the other day and the sun shone on us.

There we are reflected in a window. I thought this bike so stylish I just had to get a picture.

We jumped on a boat and sailed away, eyes stared at us from across the Seine - spooky

Notre Dame never fails to please and this time we went inside where a young girl with the voice of an angel was singing.

Something new catches your eye every time you look up. Obviously the Apostles had a head for heights. Supposedly they are climbing up to heaven, someone should tell them they are already there.

Lunch is a must and in The Marais we were given our bottle or Rose Wine in a plastic bag. Actually it's an Ice Bag - good idea.

A stroll to the bottom of the Champs Elysee took us past The Petite Palace, imagine what the big one looks like. No wonder they had a revolution.

The police were recruiting in a big way, big enough to make a trompe l'oeil mural along The Seine.

When you are with men you aren't allowed to pop into every shop you see but they both actually enjoyed Merci. The famous Fiat was minimalist this time with just a child popping out of the sunroof.

The florist shop made me want to apply for a job.

Claire Basler's work was on display and I loved how this young girl chose her scarf to match the artworks. They are even better in real life.


Harvey came across a strange Japanese lady in the courtyard, see how he was avoiding eye contact?

A great idea for storing your magazines which you could always rest your coffee on.

A brilliant piece of styling, the sort of styling Merci make look effortless.

How did I do that? She strolled across the photograph and seemed to say it all.

If you don't want to be recognised then how about this for a disguise.
Tomorrow I will show you my Brocante finds - a day rummaging around rubbish to find treasures, oh it's hard work but someone has to do it.