A dog lay in this yard. She shined in the rays of the autumn sun. A very old and good-looking Frenchwoman was selling cashmere and silk products in a store that called itself a gallery. She said she was selling the entire store at a bargain price. I do not know if it was always that way, maybe only on that pleasant day, but it felt like this store, cashmere, the old woman and the store will stay like that forever. And it became warm. Maybe even the dog also felt this and did not want to go anywhere. People walked around her, she did not move. Everything was quiet, sweet, calm. But, we aimed to reach the Picasso museum.
It was a brightful day. We walked through the squares and parks of old mansions, visited the Picasso Museum, the art galleries, had lunch at the Place des Vosges, visited the Place de la Bastille and completed the walk by the princely and quiet boardwalk of the River Seine, where live swans and peace reigns.
