A "park" in Paris often has grass. A "square" often does not. We overlook a square. Our square is lively. From the first time we opened the tall windows in our living room, it cemented our feeling of belonging. It still elicits this feeling every time we open them. That is the Paris sound and flow.
The kids quickly rounded the square on their scooters, we wrangled through phone / internet set up and trips to find needed sheets and towels, and my Robert found his nearby Starbucks.
All is quite well in Tennysonville. Now I must get back to work!
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