Life in Paris can be rather boring, but that's the point.
A city and culture hardwired with the flaneur mentality.
On Saturday my dad and I, he like me being one of those types who alway has to be doing something, wandered and sat for a coffee at Les Deux Magots each with a respective newspaper.
We did nothing while watching everything and everyone pass by and colorful folks rush off themselves somewhere to go and do nothing.
My dad has since left town, will soon be thousands of kilometers away in a place where nobody ever does nothing. Glad we had a few minutes doing just that, nothing.