Eye candy on the streets of Paris.
A jar full of chocolate, cafe, and carmel macarons starred back at me as I walked passed Angelina's.
My cousins and I were in Paris for a few days before they head back to California.
They could not get over how beautiful Paris was. They sighed, "Not detail is too small… no matter where your eyes fall… eye candy…"
Flowers in zinc pots dotted the city's street.
Talk about details…. a man sat in a doorway, he wore pink socks.
Laduree was down the street from our hotel.
Temptation.
Those boxes.
The French waiter wrote the daily lunch menu on the chalk board.
Classic Parisian bistro chairs waited around the outdoor tables.
The red leather bistro bench was our favorite. We liked how it was outside by the massive painted blue door.
Sunlight filtered in through Angelina's window. Paris sang: La vie en Rose.
The French waiter's thoughts. No pennies needed.
For my brother Mat: Remember when you rode down the Champs Elysee's on Ellen's bicycle?
The young man on his red moped wore a mirror ball styled helmet. I asked him where he found it, and he told me he made it.
A passage through Galerie Vivienne:
"Fashion, culture, pampering, food…"
Pont Alexandre III is an extravagant bridge that spans the Seine.
It is lined with street lamps, and gilded statues. I love the view it offers of the Eiffel Tower.
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What is your favorite eye candy detail of Paris?
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