Why are there naked people hanging off the walls?
The naked woman and the toddler hanging off the fifth storey looked down at me. Directly beneath her was another woman, equally naked. Below her, was what appeared to be a duck, its wings frozen in stone, mid-flap. I gawked back, and laughed. This building facade was not some fancy palace or cathedral where you might expect angels, saints or gargoyles peering from the balustrades. This was a ordinary apartment in a residential part of le Haute du Marais. Only in Paris, I thought, would you see such extravagant artistry on such an ordinary building.