From the Quai Louis Bleriot.
Notice the small Lady Liberty in front of the Eiffel Tower.
These office buildings were created before the hight restrictions.

This morning after my run, a graduate from Stanford (one of Elisabet Maunoury's former students who returned to Paris a few days ago after completing her thesis in India) made the most incredible chai tea. She used spices and Darjeeling leaves from India and whole milk so fresh, it goes bad overnight.
Le jardin du Luxembourg grows tiresome after the third loop. So 2-3 times a week, I take my reluctant feet through Paris' unsystematic streets. 
Lesson: Avoid freestanding liquid at all costs. I learned this when I jogged towards a guy standing against a wall with his back to the sidewalk and his hands… Once I noticed the small stream flowing from between his feet. I promptly averted my eyes and jumped the rivulet.
Because CEA resides in the 3rd and I live in the 5th, most of my time is spent in the 3^rd-5^th. Avoiding the metro during the day and jogging the sights in the morning increases my familiarity with the city and permits guiltless consumption of delicious French food. 

Félix Haloux

During one of my explorative jaunts this week, I discovered on Ile Saint Louis the lyrical accessories of Gallerie Félix Haloux and Marie-Tournelle, an overpriced but curious shop selling wide varieties of Parisian themed paper goods. Ile Saint Louis is also the place for the infamous Bertillion ice cream. I passed four shops selling Bertillion. However, thus far, my warm day ice cream cravings have been satisfied by Amorino. There, regardless of the number of flavors, they serve their luxurious ice creams as blossoming flowers. In the sun, my favorite flavor, l'Inimitable, hardly melts.