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 Café 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.