It was a rather gloomy morning when we woke up on Sunday. Our weekend in Paris was coming to an end, but we enjoyed every minute of it! The Saturday was perfect for a stroll around the French capital, as the sky was blue and the sun was shining happily on us. Today the sun disappeared behind a think grey cloud and there was no hope it would show itself later on.
Squeezed into a vast space countless numbers of small shops offering anything and everything from the past welcomed us with a little apprehension and wariness. The owners of the shops seated outside catching the sun or inside blending in the surroundings of their precious items. Their faces were hard to read or presented such a mix of emotions that it was difficult to decide what they were trying to show or hide. My eye was caught by a funny bunch of wooden people, small marionettes-like looking mannequins waiting to be dressed in the most elegant and expansive clothes for posh dolls. I wondered what kind of stories they told and to whom – was it a simple story about Red Riding Hood or perhaps something more sophisticated and not necessary for children.
There is a funny fact about Paris metro – as long as you are underground you can make as many journeys as you wish on one ticket. It means that if you are planning to reach a particular site and must change few times it will cost you exactly the same as when doing just one journey. So, every evening in Paris we were sitting on beds in our hotel with travel guide in hands and a map of Paris Metropolitan to make plans for the next day.