Wandering around and trying to reconnect with the beauty of her streets, I came across a building in Paris where for a moment I felt like I might easily have been in Spain. 

Amongst the well kept Haussmannien buildings, the rustic exterior, complete with flower pots and curtain blowing gently through an open window was full of personality.  At the adjacent window  an elderly man tendered to his delicate flower bed.  

So mediterranean was it, I'd have been happy to walk around the corner, find a square lined with tables where I'd pass the afternoon, first with tapas, followed by a long spanish lunch and finished off with a siesta as the sun scorched the footpaths. Aahhh!