The afternoon (since I missed the morning) is rainy: at times drizzly, at times pouring, and at all times briefly so. Our Rue de la Liberté is sparkling. Just as quaint, or even more so, when crowned by overcast skies and soaking wet by the previous downpour.
We have come to Paris to film a movie. Well, maybe that wasn’t the only reason, but it was one of our motivations and we are going to meet with the cameraman that Dean will be working with. He is going to the movies and will meet us outside the theater.
We have dinner at a restaurant that seems to be part of a chain: Hippopotamus. I would probably compare it to a Marie Callender’s (for my American friends). It’s back to drizzling so we don’t walk far when we separate and go into the next Metro station (Denfert Rochereau) that we find. Each station has its own personality.
A transfer. Did I mention that there are tons of steps in the Paris metro? I shouldn’t complain; they are a good workout for me. Which I will probably need since there are vending machines in the metro just in case I have a sudden urge for unhealthy snacks.
Nighty, night. Tomorrow will not only be another day but one that will bring us some iconic images of the City of Love.