In the morning, you can find people from around the world that gather in this place, this place of extreme tourism.Still, you can find moments of interesting, thoughtful, and intriguing exuberance.
Like the young ballet dancer doing his routine in the middle of the street, pausing so that cars could pass, often times, they would honk at him, and he would kindly bow to their ability to move through his space.  But keeping his composure, he just starts from where he stopped.

It is a mix up of people if there ever was one.  Guys selling cold Heineken from buckets full of ice.  Tons of cameras flashing.  Classical musicians playing on the steps.  Few people gather inside, because it is summer, and outside, the lights of the city are just starting to come one.  Just beginning to light up the boulevards.

We drank wine from the bottle, and ate a baguette.

Of course.