A Sunday in Paris…street art, les soldes, and yes, the caged birds sing.
Shhh! I’m still adjusting to my current time zone, so woke early, but didn’t climb down from my nest till noon. I ran out of baguette and greens, so figured I’d have to hunt for an open market, since it is Sunday, and most of Paris is closed. Luckily, my flat is very close …