This was as close as I came to seeing the in/famous French General. He stands facing out from the Beaux Arts Museum, still on guard after all these centuries.
Otherwise, it is fairly easy to distinguish locals from ship’s passengers from French tourists. One group is casually but fashionably dressed. Sunglasses are mandatory often to the accompaniment of smallish sized dog on a leash. Doggie stations are not in evidence. Passengers? It isn’t just the sea pass cards hanging from a lanyard around the neck. It is also the baggy shorts, running shoes, flip-flops (thongs for you Aussies) and t-shirts with slogans.
There seem to be hundreds of cars competing for a couple dozen parking slots;
all of the shiny new model expensive variety so that shopping could be done at the fresh produce market
Sidewalk cafes were not just on the main streets but tucked into alleys, cross street and corners
While various bits of architecture and buildings caught my eye.
including the Public Health Headquarters-
I’m also including the photo of one shop I know would appeal to Daughter #2
which I spotted before returning to my ship, logging in a reasonable 16k steps for the day