We arrived in Paris in the middle of a heatwave. On our first night, we laid in awake until after midnight: our bodies on top of the covers, with the night air still so hot and stifling. Every window in the building was open, but everything was silent. Out of nowhere, George Harrison's "My Sweet Lord" began playing in a near by apartment, echoing into the court yard and into our 4th story room. Do you know that feeling? Just needing to hear a song, right the minute, and at full blast? If any city could make you feel that way, it's this one.