A stretch of cobble accents the maze-like streets though Le Marais district in Paris.  Stifled by heat wave, but enamored by presence, I transcend the physical discomfort to seek out just one more perfect café . The red wine is served chilled and the cheese sweats when brought to your table, but I don’t mind.    I migrate through the shocking warmth at a sluggish pace, but can still really move. The most glamorous city on earth is merely made more exotic by the heightened temperature.  Smells and sounds become more viscous with every step.  I am alive with anonymity and an outsider’s grace.  I could live and die in this state of exploration.