Stacked receipts behind my café noisette on the zinc counter of a local Paris café.
We lucked out with sunshine every day, not always the case on the Atlantic coast.
Above: simple Ré-past (sharing apéro) of beet falafels, baked camembert w/honey and fresh herbs, local oysters, terrine maison; village square dining; morning markets
Paris cafés are more than a place to sit down to enjoy a coffee. They are a way of life, a part of what makes the city so special.
A former medieval abbey once home to the powerful bishops of Cluny, now a museum, is accessible from a small street in the heart of the Latin Quarter.
Graffiti art brightens a Montmartre street corner.
On the wall:
That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger - Friedrich Nietzche