02 April 2010
You can join in the revelry or simply watch the passing parade from your balcony.
On this particular spring night, we were jet lagged and chose the latter approach to savoring Paris at night.
We nibbled on crudités and sipped wine from Provence keeping the windows open to allow the street sound to waft up to our postage-stamp-sized living room.
For me - and I am glad my husband agrees - part of travel is not always being on the go but actually slowing down a bit.
Slow travel? Very slow travel.
I love the color contrasts and the angle of this photo.
Paris, May 2007