1:26 p.m., Verneuil street, Paris 7th. I wanted to dance cour de Rohan, in the 6th, where Saint-Saëns was born. I had musics from le Carnaval des animaux. But the place is now closed by a security system and code pads. I waited for half an hour hoping that someone would come out. Nobody. Disappointed, I wandered in Saint-Germain-des-Prés. I passed nearby Saint-Sulpice, and danced in Férou street, where Rimbaud’s poem is written on the wall. Then I walked toward Serge Gainsbourg’s former house.