I wonder, does there ever come a time where someone gets accustomed to the beautiful architecture in Paris? Seemingly around every corner, down every street, there’s something to discover. It might be something as small as an iron lace Juliet balcony overflowing with red geraniums, or it could be one of the landmark buildings you’ve seen in a movie or photographs that you dreamed of seeing in real life... the Petit Palais might be smaller than her big sister across the street, but she is just as lovely!