We arrived in Paris when it was growing dark. In the morning we set out to find breakfast and to explore our neighborhood. One of the first unusual sights we saw was two men pushing a rack full of the same dress down the middle of the street. Of course, I did not have the camera ready. I also missed a choice picture of a person on the back of a motorcycle holding a huge package. The wrapping paper looked as if it must have a large framed picture inside. 
It did not take us long to decide that we must be staying practically in the heart of the garment district in Paris. Shops selling nothing except buttons. Windows that were full of huge bolts of fabric. Small tailoring shops here and there. 
And stores with signs saying that they were not open to the public. Windows with the same fabric cut or draped into several different garments. One shop sold nothing but collars and decorations to add to the neck of women's clothing. Of course, it would have been much better to have explored the neighborhood with one of my daughters. The Professor just walked fast and left me behind snapping a picture quickly. I was so excited but he was just a man going somewhere. 
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