We are in Paris for one week. Maurice wanted to come back to celebrate his daughter’s birthday. We arrived at the Montparnasse train station after a three hour trip and as we were headed towards the metro, a mouse ran over my foot. I screamed and jumped around, sure it was going to run up my leg although I don’t know why it would. Maurice was ahead of me and didn’t know any of this was going on. When I told him he said, “At least it wasn’t a rat!” I’ve seen mice before running along the walls in the metro quais and also on the tracks. Part of life. Anyway, we arrived back to gray skies and a little rain here and there. Our apartment seems dark and gloomy after our place at Chatelaillon and I can hear the neighbors little girl crying in the apartment above ours. We are heading back to the beach for a few more weeks before coming back to Paris for the rest of the autumn and winter.