I wandered with no real direction today. Just enjoying the atmosphere and browsing here and there. I love hearing french spoken on the streets and chatted with a few people as I meandered along. The little boy in the picture was absolutely mesmerised by the man doing the puppet show. He would not leave and had to be carried away by his father, his wee legs kicking in protest. The puppeteer is homeless and told me that home is beneath one of the bridges along the Seine. He made all his puppets from things he has found and collected on the street.