About Last Night

I Last night Duane was just worn out from the Journee de Patrimonee and couldn't write anymore. Plus, it was late. Oddly enough, last night was our first truly French dinner in a restaurant. Vegetable tartine, foie gras, coc-a-vin, Creme brûlée and molten center chocolate cake with vanilla ice cream. And now you know why Duane couldn't write. After that he could barely move. Oh, and a bottle of Bordeaux. We walked home through the Place de Vosges and listened to some fabulous street performers.

At this time of night there are few people and one can get some great shots.

And, of course, a close up.