I'm not sure. Relais at the end of Ru Cler near the hotel Relais Bosquet.
Cold rain soaks the street.
The temperature in Paris is in the low 60's, but this time I've come prepared. I have on a yellow rain jacket of the type you'd wear on the deck of a sailboat and what I consider a suave-looking scarf that would appear affected anywhere else except here in the civilized heart of the artistic world. A whole slew of confident-looking professional women pass me on their way to work. I adjust the scarf for their benefit and take alternate sips and chews of the best coffee and croissant in the world. I dumped my bags behind the desk and walked the half block to a bar called the Relais Something Or Other.