The Cobblestones of Paris

Not Really. These are actually the cobblestones of the Vanderbilt Museum, in Centerport, where our astronomy club meets each week. When the meeting was over I was walking back up the road from the Planetarium to the car, and it had started raining. With the wet cobblestones, and the fog in the air, it felt like somewhere else. Like Paris, for instance. Not that I have ever seen Paris, but when I was in College, the photographer Bruce Davidson did an amazing photo essay on "The Widow of Montmartre" and many of the photographs felt like this.