As we strolled down from Montmartre one afternoon, Peter pushed a door, Mary and I followed close behind, ( she and I are quite brave when we have Peter to do the 'splaining in French if we get caught) and voilà, a charming little apartement courtyard. It had one of the tackiest *Christmas trees that we all agreed we'd ever seen. All was not lost however, many nice photo ops were spotted. Here's one!
* and oui, you'll have to wait till next Christmas season to see the tree! :)