I try to recollect which way was home but both ends of the street look exactly the same. As always the sun is a let down on navigation. I choose right, knees still slightly searching for today’s choreography. „You like it“ I bully myself into action and try to remember which city I’m in.

I rummage in my bag and find a crumpled paper map of Paris. The ones with little drawings of the sites for better orientation, with advertisements of local malls along the rim. I choose my point of departure carefully, the street matching in shape and size and decide to walk towards the Eiffel Tower. Always good with a landmark.