She with her crossword’s, he with his coffee by the open window. The Rue De Bellievre below quiet, the Seine across the way like glass, and the trains in the distance only starting to stir. The quarter was barely awake and the two had been up since 4am. Jet lag was a bitch and a blessing. They had barely slept but arose to see the city stretch its long arms and yawn with the spring birds. We should get something to eat. Those crumbs at Heathrow last night didn’t do much for me. He turned to take her in as she sat on the bed. Leaning on the window frame he smiled. What? She asked with a grin. Oh nothing, I just can’t imagine anywhere else in the world that would be better than right here, right now, with you.