And this is . . .

Do you know?  (I cannot tell a lie—I had to look it up.)

Okay, these are Physalis, aka cape gooseberries,
aka ground cherries, aka husk tomatoes.
The fruit inside the papery husk is just a
tad larger than a pea and tastes
something like a tomato, only sweeter.

[Linking back to Macro Monday and Monday Mellow Yellows.]

inSPIREd Sunday

One more reason I love my loooong lens:
The view of Sacré Coeur (and to the left of it
Saint-Pierre-de-Montmartre, the oldest church in Paris)
seen from the terrace of the Musée D'Orsay

[To see more churches from around the world, go here.]

A game of pétanque

 All along the shores of the Bassin de la Villette—
which links the Canal de l'Ourcq and the Canal St. Martin—
you'll find Parisians playing pétanque (and
strolling and picnicking and cuddling and bike-riding . . . ).

[Linking back to The Weekend in Black and White
and to Shadow Shot Sunday.]

Weekend Reflections

I've been going up on the Eiffel Tower
for 50 (!) years now, but until my
last visit had never climbed the steps
from the first to the second level—I counted
420 of them, which wouldn't have been bad at all 
if it hadn't been 99°F (37°C) at the time.
It was well worth it, however, for 
this reflection and for the view:

And since it's my photo and my blog, I've taken
the liberty of removing the hideous Tour Montparnasse
from this otherwise beautiful vista.  So there.

[To see more Weekend Reflections, visit James's meme.]

sunrise

Though I was here for a few days only,
 I can't imagine this ever getting old—even
if you do have to get up before dawn
to enjoy the full experience.

[Linking back to Thursday Photo Challenge ("sun"),
Skywatch Friday, Weekend Reflections,
and Orange You Glad It's Friday?.]

ABC Wednesday—K is for "keys"

These were at the Marché aux Puces,
and I love they way they're displayed.  It 
would be fun to know what each of these old 
keys once opened—but then again, 
maybe more fun to use my imagination.

[To see more ABC Wednesday posts, go here.]

whirling dervish

Last week was Fashion Week here in NYC,
and one day I encountered three photo shoots on my 
morning commute over the Brooklyn Bridge.
This model reminded me of a whirling dervish . . .

she was beautiful, graceful, and fierce.

[Linking back to Our World Tuesday
and to Wordless Wednesday (on Tuesday).]