This morning's view from the studio window. There are still quite a few leaves on the trees and Didier, the homeless guy is still encamped on his bench. I keep thinking that as it gets colder, one day he'll just disappear. Does he have somewhere to go in the winter, or does he just get more and more sleeping bags?

J and i had decided to target the left bank today and started off at Shakespeare and Company. Or Shakespeare and Selfie as it's now called.

Do you think i'm starting to look abit like Tintin? Maybe just the hair?

We dropped into the Pantheon to see where the great men of France, and one great woman (Marie Curie) are buried. The massive crypt there has plenty of room for lots more of the up and coming greats.

Circular things in the Pantheon.

The rearview of the Pantheon

From the Pantheon we walked down to the Luxembourg gardens, stopping off at a corner bistro for a bite of lunch. Even the fallen leaves in the Luxembourg Gardens seem beautifully placed.

This pile of leaves structure was somewhat intriguing.

The shadows of the chairs in the garden seem to be doing artful things.

Our own shadows were not as artful as the chairs. Oddly you can tell we're both holding cameras. And look, a moment of sunshine!

From the Luxembourg we wandered back up to St Germain des Pres to have a look at a really old church.

From St Germain des Pres we continued wandering towards the river and stopped at Laduree for some late afternoon refreshment. This pastry, which is a caramel filled puff pastry with fleur de sel is called a "Religieuse Caramel". And it was.

So today being December 1st and World AIDS Day i thought i would get out on the street and spread my message of hope. With my face covered in bandaids and my trusty documentary photographer in tow (thanks Jim!)  i went out to meet the french public.

This is one of the few people who actually approached me, really only to yell something at me about the war. But he did return a few minutes later to give me a coin. I tried to give him a bandaid but he said he already had lots at home.

Even these security guys barely glanced my way, hey its just another guy with no face, no big deal.

So i thought i'd try a more visible location, right in front of the Pompidou. Maybe i'd get lucky and like in Vancouver someone would come and throw me off the property.

Here's my inspirational signage.

Sadly, i wasn't doing much business here either. My message of hope seems to be falling on deaf ears.

Poor bandaid man!