The weather was too wonderful to wander round inside so we sauntered into town for a pavement lunch with everyone else.
Ready made delicacies and pastries and cakes abounded...
But the major indicator of the wealth of this Parisian "suburb" was the take-away homemade soup.
Back in the centre of Paris the previous evening (a mild Friday night) we had witnessed a long queue for the free soup kitchen held outside a church, right next to some smart restaurants along one of the boulevards. We ate splendidly inside one of them! It was also common to see bodies wrapped up and asleep on the pavement, in sunny spots and sheltered corners and even in the middle of the busy paths. A city of contrasts. Many of the poor seemed to be recent arrivals. Such cities still provide a massive magnet for the hopeful.
Cheers for now,