A typical 7-story walk-up in Paris; isn't the staircase lovely to look at from this vantage point -- at the bottom? And yes, I have walked up to the top... one of the Little Guy's friends lives there, and there is no elevator. On the day I took this photo, I elected to stay at the bottom while Georges escorted the two boys upstairs. He was a bit winded when he came down, but no where near as bad as I was last Thursday when it was my turn. It's really nice to know my husband's heart is in such good shape; I, on the other hand, clearly have some work to do.