I added this just so it would have a roof on the story.
This is the first shot I took in Paris, somewhere near Gare du Nord heading up towards Montmartre. I ended up returning on Bloomsday. I’d say more, but I’m beat. It all started with a Greek at the JFK bar and then I met a Greek woman in Paris who gave me a pack of wonderful Greek cigarettes, but it ended up all Irish in the end, yes?
