Two cities that reward slow coloring. Paris turns up as cafes, a promenade with a dog, lovers, a cat strolling like it owns the arrondissement, and a bakery window of croissants and pastries drawn in far too much detail. Venice brings water, stone and masks.
The architecture gives you warm stone, wrought iron and awnings; the food gives you an excuse for every brown in the tin.
If you have ever wanted to color something that smells like a bakery, the French Bakery page is the one to take.