All of a sudden I find myself in Paris. I live in a small apartment in busy Saint-Michel. The Latin Quarter. My narrow street is packed with people. Tourists from all over the world. Tiny restaurants on each side. The bouncers can shake hands across the cobblestones. But in our little backyard there is an unsuspected tranquility. Only to be broken when the lady living on the third floor hangs her head outside her window to communicate with her ground floor neighbour. I am the second floor tenant. Rue de Xavier Privas has its name from a poet and balladeer. Un chansonnier. Just like me. And just by accident.