Chapter 4- The pulse of Paris

The pulse of Paris cannot be explained, only experienced. Tiny cars, tear around tree lined avenues, fighting and jostling for space in an auto ballet where they both dance and fight with fellow motorists.

Delicious dresses drip sensually from slender figures, thin and hot like the cigarettes they smoke.

Cafe's spill shamelessly out on to sidewalks, imposing their atmosphere and good taste on passerbys.

Our first beer in Paris was a life saving measure needed to cut the 60 degree Fahrenheit heat and rain.

One of the many gorgeous bridges over the Seine.

A smaller version of Frances gift to America

The famous Eifel tower. It was originally erected just for the worlds fair but was such a

hit they decided to keep it. Paris would never be the same.

Candles in Notre Dame

The incredible Notre Dame just celebrated its 850th birthday.

It doesn't get any more French than this guy.

Notre Dame stain glass

Been there, done that. 

The balconies of Paris are wonderful.