Back in the 90's, my wife and I took a few trips to the City of Light during our Thanksgiving or Martin Luther King holidays. Obviously, these were whirlwind affairs, giving us only three full days before getting on a plane back to California. They had the advantage of being free boondoggles as a result of leading student groups in the summer to Europe. Most of our friends thought we were crazy to put ourselves through such rigorous travel, but I have never regretted going. Paris in the winter months is even more beautiful than in the summer, albeit with less daylight to do photography. Not having the luxury of using high ISOs that we have today in digital cameras made any photographs at night a dicey proposition. Good light was to be had only between about 10 am and 4 pm. We're heading back for a few days this summer, and I'm already starting to count the days.