And now, on a beautiful morning, the Seine looks like the sea.

Just after the Bir Hakeim bridge, the Lady looks a little more relaxed than she does in the heart of Paris.

It must be said that the sun’s rays, which come to lick the sides of the barges moored at the quay, may have something to do with it.

Under the gaze of the statues of the famous double-decker bridge, even the bicycles are ready to go for a ride.

From the top of the double-decker, the metro calls her to order and seems to say to her « Hey, my pretty, don’t forget that even after your outbursts of the last few weeks, you can’t claim to be the sea in Paris! »

However, a short distance away, palm trees and pinwheels are getting into the act…

… and just like the embankments in Tennessee, they too take us thousands of miles away, across the seas and oceans.

A palm tree tries in vain to attract the attention of a pusher on its way to the sea.

The manoeuvre is complex because, of course, the Seine is not as large as the sea.

The pusher stepped on the gas and managed to fight against the current.

With their pretty seaside blue hatches, the boats at the quay leave us dreaming!

Cruise ships, boats and masts take us with them.

Flags would even dare us to believe, for a hundredth of a second, that we are approaching Tibet.

Seagulls and terns chat on the parapet …

… in the midst of questioning their destination.

Looking for the direction of the wind…

… clinging tightly to the rail, they wonder where they have finally landed. Seaside or heart of Paris?

However, there is no doubt that the boat is well moored…

… in the Port of Paris.

The watch bell shines under the sun just in front of Radio-France.

The sun highlights the shimmering colours of the hatches at attention…

…like those of the blue and yellow chimney that can be seen from a distance.

But there is no doubt that we are in Paris, as the other great lady is always there to remind us 😉

Par Nathalie

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