If you believe the stereotype the French hate the Americans and vice versa. Whether that is true, I don't know but looking at all the American's immortalised in French stone or Paris street names that clearly wasn't the case in the past.
Next I stumbled across rather nice water feature. It's at the bottom of the Trocadéro Gardens. The buildings up the top are the Palais de Chaillot which now house Architectural, naval & ethnographic museums.
Across the road was this Tower.
On the way back to meet Jo I came across a local street market.
After grabbing Jo we went back to check it out. It sold all sorts of things from fresh fruit and vegetables, fresh meat, seafood and pastries to clothing and of course souvenirs. We spent a good hour and half looking through the various stalls and buying a few bits and pieces.
Never really thought they had big Prawns up there.
The traditional French chicken roaster. Wasn't bad either.
I did like the mini parked outside this real estate agent. We did check out some of the apartments on offer.... A bit out of our price range.
And on the way back Jo had to check out the Crazy horse review.
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