If my rented Paris apartment had been bigger than a postage stamp, I might have indulged in a bouquet or two of beautiful roses. Instead, I contented myself by soaking in the sights and the smells of Ile de la Cité’s Marché aux Fleurs.
If my rented Paris apartment had been bigger than a postage stamp, I might have indulged in a bouquet or two of beautiful roses. Instead, I contented myself by soaking in the sights and the smells of Ile de la Cité’s Marché aux Fleurs.