I had a dream that a Parisian gentleman in a suit was serenading us with his accordion....oh no, that was on the metro! On several rides into Paris he was there. I suppose other riders may have wished to go in silence but we found him utterly charming along with the other street musicians in Paris including the harp player at Sacre Coeur, and the rag time piano player at the Ille St. Louis. The daily peeling of church bells calling the faithful to prayer in villages large and small was another audio treat during our stay.

For one last day in Paris, other highlights included breezing into Notre Dame with no line and while a choir was singing, being inside St. Chappelle with the sun shining on the stained glass, walking through the Latin Quarter, eating a bagette sandwich beside the pond with the toy sailboats in the Jardin du Luxembourg, the Rodin Museum garden and finding our way home on two metros and the train to the suburbs.

Au revoir, Paris. It's been a dream. A bientot.