Apartment life.
Waking up in Paris is never a struggle.
Waking up in Paris is never a struggle.
Café life.
Coffee for 5 euros? Something has changed since Hemingway's days.
Salon life.
The cheaper alternative to cafés: hanging at friends' places. Just like the artists old.
Metro life.
The Dark Knight looms over every Metro stop in Paris---fitting, considering the new film draws its inspiration from A Tale of Two Cities.
Railroad life.
It may not be Monet's striking portrait of Gare St. Lazare, but I can understand what drew him to the railroads a little better now.
Balcony life.
A soft breeze and an open balcony are all you really need to be content in Paris. And maybe a baguette as well.
Night life.
The sun may not set until 10:30pm, but the wait is well worth it.
Night light.
The now famous "magic steps" from Midnight in Paris draw eager tourists each night, but it seems Fitzgerald, Eliot, and the rest have stopped frequenting them.
Night lights.
There's never a dull night on the steps of Sacre Coeur. As with most great attractions in Paris, the real view tends to be of the people, not the city.
There's never a dull night on the steps of Sacre Coeur. As with most great attractions in Paris, the real view tends to be of the people, not the city.
Night love.
Paris: A lovers' town.
Paris: A lovers' town.
Museum life.
The size of the Mona Lisa may be underwhelming, but the size of the crowd sure isn't. Poor Louvre workers.
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