in which I decided to wander the streets, looking for nothing in particular.
After passing the rather disreputable looking door,
As the door was deeply set into the wall and ajar I entered this unexpected fairyland,
Located down a little covered corridor which opens onto one of Paris' many pocket streets.
In which there is a little courtyard
containing 3 or 4 homes with balconies
overlooking this glorious little fountain tinkling merrily in the sunlight.
Each entrance with their own potted garden and ancient wisteria vine
covering entrance and balcony, in purple and pink splendor.