But if one is traveling, particularly in Paris, one still gets out and walks … and walks … and walks. We regularly walk 5, 10, 15 kilometers a day. On hard pavement and uneven cobble stones.

Photographers zig and zag, and sometimes it can take a long time to get from Point A to Point Z.

This was the big day, the day we anticipate each year we revisit Paris. It is a crazy, wonderful, insane, celebration of Summer Solstice.

The Gendarmerie are out in force, but they turn a blind eye to the usual infractions.

We got off the BatoBus, the last one of the day, at Notre Dame and headed directly to one of our favorite restaurants.

A grilled Camembert to share for Arnie and me, some Sea Brim for Arnie, Tartare de Boeuf for me, and a delicious bottle of Saint-Émilion, and we were happy. Because we got to dinner so late