April 23
One of the best scenes in Paris:  in the tunnel, under the Tuilerisies bridge, walking up from the river, I heard a small band—a trumpet, drums, keyboard and accordion (I know how improbable that seems).  And, in a heavy French accent, the singer was belting out:  “If you are going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.  If you are going to San Francisco, you’re going to meet some gentle people there.”
More about my apartment studio:  there is a ground floor here—a shop.  The first floor has one apartment.  The second floor (really the 3rd, but they don’t count the ground) has three apartments and the fourth, fifth and sixth have about seven apartments each.  So the stairs outside my window are busy and noisy until about 1am.  As in most EU cities, the hallway lights are on a sensor, so somebody walks in, the lights go on blast.  Not so good for a photosensitive sleeper like me.