I have been to France and back (basically, the realization of my dreams). I went from Paris, progressively down and ended up in Nice. I was good not to let me stay in Paris too long, because of the urge to be Javert every time I got near the Seine. Clockwise from top left are Seine, Seine at night, Marie Antoinette's bedroom, the main square of Avignon, and my lunch in Amboise of Galette Salee (savory pancake). I didn't see anyone dressed like Lacoste's Francophile fall line (top right), aside from a troupe of boy scouts in Lyon (top right corner)
