I skipped the fireworks over the Eiffel Tower (and Johnny Hallyday concert—tant pis) on Bastille Day, but just watched a great lightening storm out my window.
It was like that crazy scene in Ghostbusters when the sky is purple and grey and swirling with strobing lights and lightening bolts. Mesmerizing.
And there are blue skies over Sacre Coeur.
But now it rains, cooling the city after two toasty days.