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<p>I have finally finished working through the photos I took in Paris in July. It's hard to believe we were there, just a couple of months ago. It was a delightful time. We had a tiny garret apartment on the fourth floor of an apartment building on a narrow street in the Marais neighborhood. We weren't far from the City Hall, the Louvre, a main shopping area, and a slew of restaurants and bars. The French like coffee shops and restaurants, and many city blocks have several establishments with tables out in front. Some streets are narrow, only wide enough for one vehicle, while others are broad boulevards, with two or three lanes running in opposite directions. The French like bicycles: the "vélos" have the middle lane in the road. We visited all the tourist attractions, though we couldn't get into the Louvre, and I wasn't interested in entering more than one large Roman Catholic Church. We saw the Eiffel Tower from various angles, and went up to its levels where we could see more of the City (Edith to the top, I to the second level). We went to a couple of museums (really art galleries, with historical collections). In his movie, <em>L.A. Story,</em> Steve Martin's character jokes that some of L.A.'s mansions were "<em>over 20 years old!" </em>It would be difficult to find any building where we went in Paris that was built in this century -- or even in the last.</p>
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<p>Both the view from the Eiffel Tower and that from the tour boat that took us down the Seine River impressed me with the number of large, three-story-or-so government buildings, often with beautiful ornamentation and sculptural embellishments, and domes. If I lived in Paris, I would probably not see these things; it takes being a stranger to appreciate the human scale of the architecture.</p>
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<p>Here's the link to the galleries, organized by the day on which the images were taken.</p>
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