Of course the Place de l'Etoile is one of the emblems of Paris and the beginning of the Champs d'Elysée. The Seine is its fluid soul.
Paris is all you want it to be: it is grand, spectacular, monumental traffic jams and rain... We are housed almost at the periférique, so getting into town takes a long ride on the metro, not just a quick stroll away. This stay included a lunch at the Assemblée Nationale... because of the rain we all took refuge in the splendor of the Salle de Fête. In the Parisian grandness the human touch gets lost a bit. The rain coats it all in a gentler light. On the Pont Mirabeau I had to misappropriate the poet Verlaine: Il pleut dans la Seine comme il pleut dans mon coeur. It rains in the Seine like it rains in my heart, that is what Paris does when there is a lack of romance.