It’s just that without you, even Paris doesn’t make sense I looked for you in every street in Paris, but I just can’t seem to find you. I even ran into your brother the other day – he’s still making drinks at that stylish little restaurant on Rue Pigalle, but he didn’t say anything about you. I’ve been retracing the paths we used to walk, in the vain hope that something will remind me why I came to this city in the first place. But I don’t see you, anywhere.