If it’s July or August, then it’s the mountains or the seaside. Let’s not give into that routine, n’est pas? I went for the anti-fashion and straight into the big, deserted city. One week in Paris, after the 14 juillet havoc. Les reveries d’un promeneur estival, in 4 simple scenarios: DO NOT go with an agenda. Venture carelessly, no schedules, no must-sees, no reservations nor lines to climb the TourEiffel. If you were at the beach, what would you do? Well do it in Paris instead: there is a beach right in the city center, and you have no idea how cool it is to walk bare-foot in the sand,…