Gateway to a houseboat along the River Seine, Paris.
This was a nice surprise, especially when the day started out with a murder in the apartment building across the courtyard. From my balcony, I could see several different branches of the police (a sure sign something is seriously wrong) enter the building. Later, I watched nine police officers remove a body on a stretcher. So sad. Then the French version of CSI - although not nearly so glamorous as their television counterparts - arrived to collect information from the crime scene.
A maid discovered the body. According to the gardien (every French apartment building's version of a concierge, only with more duties), the death was under "very suspicious circumstances." The CSI crew were in and out all day gathering evidence, carrying boxes of equipment and removing items for testing.
It was all a bit disconcerting in this quiet, leafy neighbourhood flanked by two parks. And it probably didn't help that I was watching the Season 2 Damages DVD until the wee hours. Oh, and baking sugar cookies. No wonder I had bizarre dreams.