This was in Paris this morning. This gentleman rode his motorbike the entire time standing up, through roads that weren’t exactly empty either.

I was impressed with his skill, of course. But I still have one small question: what exactly was the point?

Remember how, on every island, she somehow finds a roadside mango vendor and insists on trying the local fruit? In Paris, it is crêpes.

In her half-dozen visits here, I don’t think I have ever seen her leave without at least one street-side crêpe. Some traditions are apparently non-negotiable.

We were simply strolling around after doing some shopping (I need to be more precise in defining “we”, when I talk about shopping 🙂

We were looking for a place to sit down and have lunch. Turned a corner – and there it was – the Eiffel Tower!