First night in the Pigalle
Try a strip club ("pussy show, you can touch only (10 euro with free drink).
One girl did a very short dance, topless only, while another girl sat beside me. She chatted to me for a while and then offered me a lap-dance. How much? For nothing! She's giving me a really good lap-dance (in lingerie, but I'm allowed to touch her thighs and ass at will), then she asks if I want to buy her a drink. I say no, but I'll give her a tip. The waiter brings a drink anyway. I say no again. The waiter gets cross. "It's normal in these places", he says. "But I didn't agree to it," I say, "I said I'd give her a tip." "And what about a tip for me," he says. "I don't want to give you a tip," I say. He looks always on the verge of violence, but in the end he walks away. Lydia takes my 20 euro with a genuine smile, and I've had a lap dance and a feel without being totally ripped off. But all the way up the street, girls are literally dragging me into clubs, telling me that they are different, offering me anything I want for 80 euro, wanting to give me a drink for nothing. Yeah, right!
Second night on the Rue St. Denis.
Both early and late there are shockingly few girls to be seen - half a dozen at the lower end and maybe a full dozen at he upper end, getting progressively older and uglier as I go - really nobody I want to be with, but at least it's worth a look because the costumes and poses are such classic streetwalker style. I try a peep show. The man explains that the booths are closed for repair, but I can have a box upstairs for 10 euro: 15 minutes total nudity. After quite a long wait a quite pretty blonde Parisienne comes in, asks if I want just a striptease or 'masturbation'. I think masturbation probably meansbringing myself off so i say just a striptease. She actually does quite a nice striptease, showing plenty of pink, but it ends after about three minutes {If I gave her 50 euro for masturbation, of course, it would be different). I reckon I've seen about as much as I would have in the old-fashioned peep-shows for 5 X 2 euro, so I say thank you and leave.
Final night, final walk up the Rue St. Denis.
The selection is no better than the last time. Just as I reach the top and am turning the corner a very pretty black girl walks past me, conventionally dressed in a jacket and jeans. Could she be? Probably not. She looks back and sees me looking at her. Miraculously, she turns and comes back to me, giving me a warm smile. "I noticed you looking at me," she says in French. "How much?" "Forty". Forty? I must be dreaming! She leads me down a dark street and into the basement of what might be a garage. I drop my trousers and she drops hers and pulls up her top. She has a bush - a lovely, wiry, black bush! I finger her with one hand and fondle her smooth round ass and firm tits with the other while she strokes my cock to erection, then she bends over and guides me into her. We fuck for quite a long time, then she guides me back to the main street, still smiling and chatting. What a sweet girl! And all for 40 euros!
Conclusion: you are most unlikely to get any satisfaction in the streets of Paris these days, but you could still strike lucky!
There were some specific requests for the design, to make sure that it would work with the way my friend teaches. The content had to be separated from the presentation, and every part of the design had to be made in way that would be easy to understand - and learn from. No advanced tricks, and minimal use of IDs or .classes in the stylesheet. A fixed position site menu and some neutral images was also asked for.
The Arc de Triomphe still exudes a certain grandeur despite the crowds of tourists and the tacky souvenir shops. Beneath it is the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, where an eternal flame commemorates those who lost their lives in the war. 
French art from 18th to early 20th centuries in a converted rail station; this includes the world's greatest and largest collection of those crowd-pleasin' Impressionists and post-Impressionists, such as Monet, Degas, and Renoir...