They also have a pretty Christmas tree is their stained glass-domed atrium. (And strategically placed coffee bars for the husbands to relax in while their wives shop.) Reminds me of the old Marshall Field’s in Chicago.
Paris Metro seating is chic, be it the purple plastic at Opera (I think?) or minimalist acrylic at Louvre-Rivoli.
…and keep the old, even if the friend is on an extended midday pause. Whenever I am in Paris I seek the tonic that is the hallowed, creaky, wooden floors of Julia Child’s favorite kitchen store. But not this time.
Paris without an agenda means there is time to appreciate beautiful scenes.
Place des Vosges
No introduction necessary for this cathedral celebrating its 850th year
A modest man in the Musee Cluny
Along Boulevard Saint Germain
Time spent making a decision is time well spent in Paris, be it for wine or tea.
Eventually, though, one has to make their way home each evening…