Monday evening, I was walking along Paris’s La Villette Basin right near our house, headed towards the local grocery store where I was supposed to meet my girlfriend for some much needed emergency shopping. The sunset on the bank, which tends to be pretty eye catching, was particularly warm that night, with the last rays of the Indian summer gently caressing nearby boats and buildings.
Last weekend, I was in Lyon, visiting my girlfriend’s (extended) family. We walked around Confluence, a neigbhorhood that has essentially been created from nothing a couple of years ago in the dead center of town. This is the perspective from the picture perfect basin in the middle of it.
Acting like a tourist
A couple of weekends ago, I strolled along Trocadero square, overlooking the Eiffel Tower, as any good tourist visiting Paris would. Only I was born here.