We had nowhere else to go. The man who had answered our emergency request welcomed us, smiled as he corrected our pronunciation. I spent a sleepless night staring at the Banksy prints on the walls, then dozed under the Eiffel tower the following afternoon. We ate baguettes and brie in the Luxembourg Gardens; I photographed old couples in matching trenchcoats. Jason and I climbed nine flights of stairs to a maid’s room with a view of the Latin Quarter. Dee had lost her phone at Las Fallas but we found her wandering by the Seine and shared a bottle of wine as the sun set.