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.
So we take the Metro for the first time. 
I get a kick out of the fact that Hangover III (a movie that two good friends are in) is called Very Bad Trip 3 here. 
It’s almost 8:00 pm and it’s still bright outside.
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.
This one had sayings and signatures projected on the wall. As I took the photo I got the reflection of a rider on it, giving it a ghostly feel. 
Another billboard reflection just made me smile.
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. 
I am starting to be quite enthralled by the subway. 
But I must awaken from my trance since the exit sign is ahead. 
And we come up to our neighborhood once again. 
Nighty, night. Tomorrow will not only be another day but one that will bring us some iconic images of the City of Love.
