Sunday morning: my last day in Paris.
I packed up my big knapsack, left it downstairs with
Renée, and waited for Kimberley to finish her
morning ablutions and join me for breakfast. As I checked
out, Amy the American opera singer fresh from Tuscany via
Avignon arrived to check in, so she came along for breakfast as
well. Its being Sunday, we had trouble finding a place,
but eventually stumbled on a café deep in the heart
of St. Germain. Kimberley and Amy drank espresso; I drank
café au lait and ate a croissant. Yum.
As we looked for a place, I photographed this courtyard
because I liked it. What was I saying about Parisians and