I like the looks of this place and its possibilities. Le Coeur Fou, foolish heart I think, but the dictionary says fou means mad or crazy. I like my translation though and picture myself thirty years younger, having just arrived on the bike parked out front. And you know who was driving it? Peter of course because even after more than thirty years I still have le coeur fou for him.
Seems to be some sort of technical difficulties here with this post overlapping the earlier one. So I'll just add a few lines to see if that clears it up.
Trudy arrived this morning, not at 6:15am as originally scheduled but at a much more civilized 9:45am. Apparently there was bad weather all along the East Coast, but Paris is unexpectedly bright and sunny. And our adventures are about to begin.