Let us jump, friends, into part deux.
We hopped up to Montmartre on the way to the Puces de Saint-Ouen.
An excellent brunch at Marcel. Probably excellent because we just wanted eggs smothered in Hollandaise. And hoo boy did they deliver.
Les Puces. What a strange, strange place.
A mint tea at the Mosquée before heading into the Jardin des Plantes.
Galeries d'Anatomie comparée et de Paléontologie. This was the motherload of bones and things in jars. Heaven.
And then it was over. Adieu Paris, till next time.