“I appreciate you letting me sit here,” he said. “God! It’s good to talk to somebody outside of work! How long you been over here?”

“A month.” An entire month of a precious three, gone. But two, two, two lovely months left to savor.

“A month? And you aren’t crazy yet? How can you stand it?”

“How can I stand Paris?”

“Everything is so … foreign.”

I took a sip of wine so I wouldn’t have to respond to that.

He lifted his own glass. “At least the booze is good.”