Last week I went to Paris for a couple of days for work. It is the city of the plane tree, they are on every boulevard.
I wanted a shot of the whole of the Eiffel tower and the whole of a plane tree, but could not get it with my narrow angle lens. There were fine silver birch too. I saw none of the other trees I’m looking out for.
For the first time this autumn I saw a tree whose leaves were gone.
My Travelling Companion and I ate a couple of meals at a café in the shadow of the elevated metro.
The quality and variety of the food was as good as you’d get in Belgium – razor clams, for example – the style wasn’t half as posh. My theory that ordinary restaurant food in Belgium is better than in France has been shaken. The café had a notice: In order not to inconvenience our neighbours, customers on the terrace are requested not to sing or shout. (After 2230.)
At a game shop near the Ile de la Cité I bought an expanded version of Bruno Faidotti’s great game, Citadelles. I gave it a spin while eating an omelette nature in a café nearby.
Hireable electric scooters are here too.