Paris has a lousy weather. Undeniable. At par with London or Brussels (Both cities I love too). Yet, all of a sudden, the sun comes out, flimsy skirts start walking briskly on the streets, the cafés’ “terrasses” fill up, and the clouds start dancing in blue and white!
Avenue de Friedland. L’Etoile is just down to the right.
L’Arc de triomphe
Saint-Germain des prés
Rue Jacob. The center of French litterature!
Jardin des plantes. Statue of Lamarck one the founders of Evolution theories.
Notre Dame. Need I say more?