We’re back in Paris. Turns out our Workaway hosts in the south of Normandy, where we were supposed to spend the next two weeks, are a bit crazy. Yesterday morning they kicked my wife and I, along with two other volunteers, out on the street. So where do we go but the great refuge called Paris. One of the strangest things I have ever experienced. Yet, life goes on and we are now in an amazing place. The plan for the next few days: waste time cafe hopping, picnic in the Luxembourg Gardens, and see the graves of dead people.