Sky blue and sunny yellow brighten a cloudy day. This is Rue des Thermopyles in the 14th arrondissement, one of the most appealing streets I’ve yet discovered in Paris.
Along the narrow cobbled street every building is different, varying in height from one to three storeys. Doors and shutters are painted in bold, clear colours. Even in winter the street is a green corridor, the pavements lined with luxuriant, potted plants. Wisteria and passion fruit vines scramble over the house fronts and loop overhead, across the street. There are no cars but lots of bikes. What more could you ask for?
But even living in such an idyllic street doesn’t guarantee a contented cat. The poster in the bookshop window reads ‘Beware, cat in psychoanalysis’.