Most things were the same:
Laurents living-room was as inspiring as always
Rue Etienne Marcel was the same, except for a new Subways
The park where I used to read everyday was the same
The view was the same
Le CafÃ© were most definitely the same
Spending midsummer on Charles de Gaulle were the same
The thing I miss most, except my friends of course, is sitting in Laurents living-room and drinking wine while reading a, say, Man Ray book and within five minutes be able to see the originals at Pompidou. Thats really special.