No sooner than I get my fill of taking large numbers of photos of one thing (wrought iron), I find that I'm on to another. This time it's street numbers. Unlike wrought iron, which is everywhere in Paris and apparently in as many forms as there are fish in the sea, when it comes to numbers, you have to look a lot harder for the differences. So to start, you've got your classic:
And then starts the fun. First, add a few curlicues and stone frills to your basic number:
But why stop there?
And my personal favorite? Something for the vertically challenged amongst us (including me.)
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.