Second night in a row dreaming about past times. This was Paris in 2017, we were walking from L’arc de Triomphe to L’ouvre and around, there was not a defined plan other than get some coffee and croissants, we walked around the points, we got lost, we found our way, there were short periods of rain, the weather I like the most, we got into unknown streets and we discovered new places for us, we sat and got some charge, we continued with our wandering. Picasso and Pompidou were not an option. We saw an atelier from outside, the way some windows can vent full stories. We got into another coffee scene. We were happy and we were present.