On a mostly day gray day, I took these photos:
Aren’t these benches great. They are sculpted open books in a little park behind the Institute de France on the Left Bank. They represent all of the intellectual life that was once a huge part of the bohemian life here.
She’s in the same park.
Cross the Pont des Arts in front of the Institue de France, and there you are at the Louvre. Gray sky, gray fountain, grayish water.
A look at three triangular shapes inside a walkway at the Louvre.
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