Le Louvre indeed.

Waiting for an audiencc.

The entrance to Le Louvre.

The centre of Le Louvre.

Life long lovers of France and its cuisine,
from New Zealand.

After office hours.

"He's my hero, yes white Vespa."

Waited a long time for a Citroën to be parked,
in front of the shop, family of André Levebvre,
designer of the Citroën Traction Avant,
2CV and DS?

Art on the left bank of the Seine.

"This is the modern day horse for my beau."

Ministry of Culture and Communication.

No entrance.

Antique Rue Saint-Honoré.

As in Amsterdam.

More orderly than in Amsterdam.

"Serious!"

Supervises his stall from afar.

"Got it!"

Boulevard Saint-Germain.

Lipp indeed.

Survival of the fittest.

"What's in it for me?"

"I wonder what Sarko is up to today."

"Make it a quicky."

"It;s too long already, I tell you."

"What if we stay another day?"

"No, not too cold, it's summer you know."

In the afternoon traffic became quiet in the Rue Saint- Honoré.

Late in the afternoon.
"I know a fine restaurant."