My beloved thought that I was down and in need of a boost, so took me off for a whirlwind trip to Paris, leaving boys with Granny (thanks Granny!) and just the little girl for company. The above photo was the first one I took, just after walking out of our hotel door. I hadn’t changed the setting away from monochrome, but I quite like the result.

On the ‘allee des cygnes’.

Doing my usual thing. Not wondering ‘where’s the beach’…

In our walks around the city we were very struck by the passionate intensity of the public sculpture – quite a contrast to that on display in London.

My wife is a big Rodin fan.

The French love their straight lines.

Our Lady of Paris.

On the way home.