Rooftops and windows

In Paris I sit on a balcony and watch the sun rise. It’s the kind of cliche wonderful that one would expect, the whole city bathed in the first bright light of a summer day, low puffy clouds and the metal roofs looking like nowhere else I’ve ever been. For a week it’s a great view, brought to me by our nanny and jet lag. In the daytime we go to climbing gyms that would feel good as our local, with co-working spaces, showers, and problems set in a huge variety of styles for a huge variety of skill levels and body types. We eat sandwiches in Parc des Buttes Chaumont and ride bicycles along the river, along the canal. We nap in the afternoon, a luxury for two so used to fighting through jet lag with work meetings, so unaccustomed to encountering it with nothing to push against, with no large factory problem or tight client schedule. We have wine on the balcony in the late afternoon and read fiction recently acquired at Smith & Son. And we bike to the new adidas arena to see Robyn, the…