My days are almost always loosely structured, flexible to change for the unexpected, good or bad, and adjustable to impulses. I have found this to be the best way to live in Paris.

Thursday: two things unexpected and one impulse.

First thing unexpected. 
I did not expect my 9:30 am final visa appointment to last two and a half hours. It would have to be the Louvre or the Diane Arbus exhibit at Jeu de Paume before picking up les enfants at three. I passed the glass pyramids and headed through the Tuileries.

Impulse.
As I walked through the Tuileries taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower stretching to the magnificently clouded sky, I was arrested by the sound of dogs barking. Heavy barks, not yaps belonging to so many of the squashable dogs I see on the streets. There were six big dogs, two little dogs, one man, two women, and almost a baby. Instead of continuing to the exhibition, I stretched my hands and heart toward the happy group.

Second thing unexpected.
When I returned to the apartment, I met Elisabet's Swedish friend and two large (vraiment, très grand) bags of freshly plucked apples. knowing the number was bound to impress, I almost counted them. However, my time is limited on this earth and I decided those minutes would be better spent writing here than counting eggs apples.