At one time Montmartre had many windmills. This picture was on the side of a cafe, the former home of a boulangerie.
These macarons were decorated like ornaments.
I stopped for a drink with a friend here. Isn’t it great looking?
Another windmill above a restaurant.
Little electric buses climb up and down the hills of Montmartre.
A reflection in a mirror of a light that goes on into infinity at a cafe where we had a drink.