Grocery Walk

ooops this first one is on the way to the bus stop. oh well :)

 

 Here we go. Quaint little "allee" of homes and cats. And dogs.

 

Some streets are called Allee's...but what we think of as alley's....well this one is a Villa.

I am in no position to judge. Just wonder and wander.

 

 I could live here. No problem.

Staying warm.

 

 

 The sun came out one day. As anywhere, the cats came out to bask instead of scattering upon my arrival.

 

 

 An artist lives here. On warmer days she leaves a door open and I can see a hallway of stacked  paintings leaning against the wall....leading to an outdoor courtyard on the other side. Lovely. Course I love the turquoise.

This is my buddy. He used to bark at me. But then I scratched him behind the ears and now its all good.

 

Ha. I live in Paris. crazy. :)