A crocodile line of schoolchildren climbs down to the Seine.

Grandparents with the best-dressed grandchildren in the world. These are boys!

I went to see an exhibit by Martin Parr, a wonderful British photographer – his take on Paris, mostly on tourists – here, up on the towers of Notre Dame …

… and here in the rain in front of the cathedral itself.

Then I ate my usual ham sandwich in this park – that’s the Tour St. Jacques, the remains of a 16th century church destroyed during the revolution. Nice place for a picnic. Midtown, as they say in NYC.

Along the Seine – the Mona Lisa and tourists.

Tonight – meeting friends at the Bistrot Paul Bert, one of the best bistros in Paris, apparently.  No one there, in this unpretentious warm place, at 7.45 p.m.

 Les asperges blanches – white asparagus, in season in spring and sublime.

Beef cheeks.

For dessert, my friends had creme caramel and Grand Marnier soufflé –

I had the raw milk cheese.

 Our interesting neighbours – a couple from New Orleans, a musician and the daughter of a well-known restauranteur, and another couple, he from Bermuda and she from Brooklyn, all discovering the joys of dining and living in Paris. 

The interior of the bistro.