This lovely place, and the magic that happens inside, is perhaps 20 feet from my front door. Jet lag properly kicked in last night, so I've been up since about 4am. I fully plan to take a nap later today (I know, I shouldn't, but whatever). Since I was up anyway, I decided to take a little walk around while the rest of the city slept. I purchased my first croissant as a resident of Paris at the fine establishment noted above, and walked to the Pont de Grenelle to watch the sunrise. There was nobody on the street, and the sky was really too overcast to see anything but clouds - and yet it was a wonderful moment of peace and solitude. I took these pictures standing in the same place on the bridge: The replica of the Statue of Liberty is actually one of two smaller versions here in Paris. She faces west towards her larger cousin who lives in New York. Turning towards the other side of the bridge is of course the Eiffel Tower, the most famous monument in Paris. My croissant and I were alone with these two this morning, and it was a beautiful thing.
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