On Wednesday mornings Place Monge is filled by a lively market.  When I walked past at three yesterday afternoon the clean up crew had just finished their work and all traces of the market had gone.  Swept and washed, the deserted square sparkled in the dappled shade cast by the thinning canopies of the street trees.  A peacefully enticing space alongside a busy street.

 

fountain place monge paris

 

By the time I’d taken a couple of photos the square was no longer deserted.  A better shot of the fountain, without the lamppost growing out the top, will have to wait for another day.