Even the cats in Paris are aristocratic.
One of sights as I walked for about five
hours along the Seine,
into Nortre Dame,
through the Luxembourg Gardens,
also browsing ubiquitous book
shops, book stalls, as well as people-watching
in a cafe, got lost finally,
figured the route out (I'm directionally challenged) and collapsed.
What a sea change from July's red mesa-scapes.
Tomorrow I'm thinking BatOBus.