Cityscape from my front porch

I took this from my front porch a few minutes ago with the wistful thought that it looked, maybe, just a little bit like Paris? Not the 7th arrondissement, which is home to the Eiffel Tower and the L'Hôtel National des Invalides, where Napoleon is interred, but maybe more like the 19th, where there are streets that look a lot like this one, as long as it's twilight. And I'm squinting. And humming something by Edith Piaf. I can see a little Paris on my street then, but that's the only time, and it is fleeting. All other times, it looks like home, which is not a bad thing at all.