We are back in Paris. We last visited the City of Lights together 32 years ago, on our honeymoon. This version of Paris has just concluded the Olympic games. We saw the stadium (wreathed in pink and purple, a bold color choice), as our tax driver navigated one way streets and swore strenously in French. Now we are relaxing in our tiny but chic hotel in the third arrondisement after a culinary feast aboard Air France and a bit of sleep. (Air France doesn't mess around with their cuisine; they provide you with a multi-page menu and biographies of the chef and sommelier, and drape a real linen cloth over your tray. And of course, the wine flows. Bordeaux from Medoc anyone? Best airline food ever.)
Now we are off for unstructured walking near our hotel. (Street view from our hotel room, on the 1st etage - that's 2nd floor for us Americans.)
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