Antique furniture store on Rue LaGrange. My impromptu wanderings often led me to the 3rd, 4th and 5th arrondissements. On the map they look like stegosaurus plates straddling the Seine in east-central Paris. 1. The metro smells the same. A combination of bowling-ball cleaner and burned rubber. It is not unpleasant. The Musee D'Orsay opened in 1986. Works of artists born after 1820 were moved here from the Louvre. Sacre-Coeur as seen from 4th-floor Airbnb apartment. 2. I realize more than ever that I am an inefficient traveler. Pre-trip, I'll spend 30 to 40 hours on Pimsleur language discs, but I do cursory research and have no day-to-day plan. Once abroad, no habits take root; I am always learning and kept on my toes. This also makes me hopeful, in the sense that this is the way the world should be. Line 7 leading to Tolbiac. The Paris Metro continues to grow. The Villejuif spur (Le Kremlin-Bicetre, et cetera) opened in 1982. The Jonas bookstor