when I was still learning to fly, which meant high costs, I did some jobs such as driver for a film producer. On top of driving a Mercedes 500 SEL ( the “lady Di” model) and a Porsche 911 (!!), I had to spend quite some time in Paris which I certainly didn’t complain about, at all.
L’Arc de Triomphe, a Ferrari and a sunset.
One movie included prostitutes, transsexuals… so some of the boss’ meetings were done in the hot spots in Paris.
The cemetery Père Lachaise, here is Jim Morrison’s tombstone. It became a pilgrimage location for many, to the point where security had to be beefed up a bit… I saw once a guy dropping a music cassette on the stone, closing his eyes for about a minute then took the tape back and left. Others pray…