Our house is located on top of a hill, and as we usually park the car in its garage near the bottom, we don’t normally drive on the narrow road that winds its way to the top parking lot. It does happen, though, such as when we have many items to bring to the house. Several weeks ago, in the middle of the big curve, the road was half blocked, constructions machines were making it all but impossible to get through, and no one had a clue what the whole thing was about. On our way to the Montparnasse last night I was surprised to see that traces of this activity remain to this day: a small area fenced in by some construction barriers. Mind you, there’s nothing in there, so the mystery persists. But one thing is certain: someone is being billed for something!