The days were fine.

The parks and boulevards were gay with people.

They made purchases in the shops along Rue de Rivoli and at the Bon Marche, the great department store which Lucy declared they could equal in Kansas City.

They gazed for hours in the Louvre Art Gallery, coming back time and again to look once more at some picture.

The Venus de Milo had a fascination about it which drew them into the long gallery, where at the extreme end, the classic marble figure stands alone.
They rode on the Seine, wondering at its clear waters.