Paris Gym

These are the steps going down from Montmartre, not far from Sacre Coeur. Since I consider walking up the hill a few times a week to be my (admittedly slack) version of going to the gym, I guess that makes these people my fellow gym-goers.

Membership fees (other than the price of living in Paris itself): inhaling pollution, side-stepping dog crap, and appreciating whatever little bit of sun manages to peek out of an otherwise terminally gray sky.

Hey, it beats doing aerobics in a basement to bad 80s disco!