No this isn’t a Where’s Waldo, or for my French readers, an Où est Charlie. This is behind the 15th century walls of church Saint-Gervais-Saint-Protais, in a ridiculously charming cobblestone street that is currently my favorite place in Paris and therefore the known universe. There are two areas in the city now where I have a favorite street musician, with a rough idea of the times of day they like to play. Maybe this means I’m becoming a local? It’s a nice thought. This man plays Bach on his guitar in the late afternoon for passers-by, and he plays it beautifully. To find a shady spot nearby and slowly study 500 year-old stones against a 300 year-old soundtrack is for me more than just a novel pleasantry — it’s the closest I’ve ever come to meditation.