Paris la nuit

Nobody does illumination better, nor more, than the French. On her last night here, I took Stacey out to see some of the illuminations. I'm sure I'll be adding to this collection over the next 7 weeks.

We took the Metro out to Trocadero, then walked under and
beyond the big ugly pointy thing, along the Champ du Mars,
over past Napoleon's tomb, then Metro'd again to Chatelet,
looking at the Ile du Cite, then taking the bus from there back
to the apartment

Napoleon's Tomb; too early for the lights to come on or,
perhaps, like the San Antonio Spurs, they didn't pay the
electricity bill last month

Twinkling and sparkling

My personal favorite, among illuminated pointy things, is
the Tower of St. Jacques, St. Jacques of the (wealthy, Les Halles)
Butchers; all that remains of a 16th century Flamboyant, a
notable departure point for pilgrims marching off to Santiago
de Compostuela in Spain (otherwise known in this blog as St.
Jimmie of the Compost-pile); this one tower is all that remains
from the Revolution...

Thus, again

Hotel de Ville

And Notre-Dame; FWIW, there were merely hundreds of people
here; thousands out at the Trocadero