Evening at Jardin des Plantes

When we get weary of searching for an apartment (all of us), or of writing grant proposals (Carolyn) or of studying French verbs and math problems in preparation for school (Silke and Jerome), then we take the subway somewhere and go for a stroll.  Sometimes we have a destination, but often we don't.  And sometimes when we think we have a destination, we end up somewhere else anyway.  This evening we found ourselves at the Jardin des Plantes.

On the topic of apartments, I think we found one.  Unusual, but ideal in many ways.  More on that tomorrow.  If everything works out.