Our fascination with the once risque Moulin Rouge lasted as long as it took us to scarf down the nutella crepes from the street vendor near the Metro stop.
The beautiful thoroughfares of Paris passed by in a blur of stone, metal, and gold.
The sea of humanity queuing to climb Monsieur Eiffel’s Tower prompted a brisk walk beneath the structure to admire its intricate filigreed underbelly.
