more of yesterday's photos;
after Notre Dame, we followed the tourists down the winding restaurant alleyways, the greek, thai, italian guys trying to lure us in. I gave Aicha the assignment to write comments for the photos, and here they are:
Why is emma nour so unhappy? (en said, I'm not unhappy. I'm thirsty--d.)
My educated grandchildren exploring the life of art. (actually it was ordinary jewelry fabulously displayed on beautiful scarves-d.)
Natural and unnatural Parsians. Can you tell who's who?
Emma Nour and the cloud gods agree. It's cold!
Hang in there. This calorie free-for-all street is almost over.
Aicha trying to see what store she should burn her money on while Enb is making sure her sister toes the line.(and doesn't spend it. This is one of EN's life purposes.--d)
Then back home to upload and to bed. More tomorrow. By the way, correction: the area is Alfortville, a kind of Parisian Chicago North End by the Seine, a South East suburb. bon nuit!
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