Paris in the Spring. A cliche and there was very little Spring about today. Arch de Triomphe and Notre Dame were both looking very wintry.
But enough to enjoy the National History Museum and especially the rather weird Grand Galeries de l'Evolution. One huge room seemed to show a sort of French Noah's Arc but being French the two only rule was seemingly ignored with some animals going in in threes.
There was some blossom but no proper daffodils even 600 miles south of Hutton as the Exocet flies

The people featured show an interesting contrast between the naturally chic French and a family of obviously Anglo/Welsh/Aussie ethnicity.

The Mosque is now a restaurant combined with A Hammam-Moroccan (in this case) bath house. How agreeable it was to order KousKous in Arabic and be understood rather than in French and be ignored. Sorry for the rather partial picture of Notre Dame. There was just too much traffic to stop and get out without risking a Peugot up the back side.  ¶ 4:48 PM