Back in Paris, with that agreeable sensation that summer is finally here. Long, long summer days of northern Europe, that finish at eleven o'clock.
Trocadero was jammed with cars parked nose-in along the curb. A pervenche was busily writing tickets for them.
There used to be a big bus stop right where these cars are parked. One day I was sitting at the Café Carette (which you can see in the middle of this photo) and noticed that the bus stop was no longer there. I asked the waitress what had happened. She pointed off to the distance. "It's been déplacé to avenue Henri-Martin so that more cars can park here. One of the workers told me."
Parking here is still illegal, though! But of course, most of the people who park at Trocadero are at the cafés and can monitor their cars. If the pervenches show up, they rush out to move them.
This is a good example of French realism.