It was a relief to be out in the air. A slight, refreshing drizzle came at me as I drove home. But instead of continuing toward Montparnasse I found myself turning back toward St. Germain and the Seine. In a few minutes I had crossed the river and was at the Porte St. Martin, the quartier where Aicha’s Hotel Violet was located, at the heart of the garment district. I was making a left turn off Rue du Faubourg St. Martin when I was almost hit by a car.