Paris is a city one can read without a map. Walking down the narrow Rue du Dragon, old Sépulcre Street, which once boasted an imposing stone dragon. No. 30 a plaque in memory of Victor Hugo. Rue de l’Abbaye. Rue Christine. No. 7, Rue des Grands Augustins, where Picasso painted Guernica. These streets are a poem waiting to be hatched—suddenly it’s Easter; eggs everywhere.
