Eight o'clock in the morning. Sunday. Knock to the door. I didn't respond. The doorbell was ringing. I opened the door. The middle-aged woman (as it turned out, the owner, Constance Diderot Paoli) came to tell me that her rules are different from what i agreed with the host, Jean-Philippe. The incident reminded me of the time in Poe Park when this squirrel i was feeding turned out to really be a rat which at first glance could have passed for a squirrel. So live and learn.