I bought an orange on the walk to Anthony’s place and I dropped it somewhere. Try asking people if they’ve seen une orange. They are not helpful. But somebody had to see it. It’s not normal to have and orange just lying on the street. Anyway, I’m seeing a therapist so I’ll bring this up. Dealing with loss has always been an issue of mine. Sigh. Anthony’s place was sweet though. Hippest location in Paris. 12 minutes to the canals to the east, 5 minutes to the most diverse neighborhood in the city. A fridge if you want to put oranges in there, fast wifi to look for orange detectives (there are none in Paris), and a great cafe across the street opened late. But they don’t sell oranges.