3 p.m., I’m back in the hotel lobby – can’t get my computer connected to the wifi in the flat. Otherwise all is well – the place looks the same, cosy, neat and quiet, sunny and wonderful. I did my grocery shopping on the rue Mouffetard, including gariguettes and thick white asparagus, bread, yogurt and eggs, cheese and wine – a Crozes-Hermitage on sale! – and a tarte tatin, because I’m worth it. Had to go back twice – couldn’t carry it all home at once. Stood and watched the dancers again, just like last year – Sundays, after mass, they play accordion and sing and dance on the Place Mouffetard. And it’s spring, the heart of spring. Sheer joy.