It's been raining all morning in Paris and I've been out walking in it. It is December, not cold, yet the light has that filtered winter feel about it. I've been walking in Luxembourg Gardens, getting wet in the light rain. My shoes are dusty from the pathways in the Gardens. It is truly a black and white day punctuated by an occasional dark green. I'm at loose ends, I've seen the Cézanne exhibit at the Luxembourg Museum twice and besides, I'm feeling lazy. Paris can be a demanding mistress. Come here! See this! Doesn't that look good, taste it! Sometimes you want to run and hide from even your best friends. I duck down rue Férou just because it doesn't look interesting and probably won't make any demands on me. It's a narrow street and very closed in. Halfway down the street the rain stops suddenly. I'm a little surprised, it seemed so resolute. My little alley opens out onto Place St Sulpice. The church has been undergoing renovation for several years but is uncovered now. Oddly, it has taken so long to clean that the parts that were first cleaned already look dirty. It somehow fits this church with its asymmetric towers to be dressed in several tones from white to a not unpleasant earth tone. The sky is slate gray making the light in the Place more dramatic. I see a man with a hat smoking a pipe. It sets the era back 75 years to a time when all men wore hats and Inspector Maigret was on the trail of miscreants on these very streets. Thinking of Maigret makes me think of beer and there is a nice little café just behind the fountain in this image. I'll sit there a while, care to join me?