A courtyard

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 courtyards?

 

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Emily Way (emily@vex.net)
Last updated August 17, 1999