I think the building across the way was on fire this morning. I took a photo, which I will post at some point. I ran around the house like a madman trying to find what was burning, then looked out the window and went 'oh'. Nice way to get the ol' juices flowing first thing in the morning!

I'd just like to point out, for those of you who don't know, that fires in Parisian apartments are actually quite a scary concept for several reasons: there are no smoke detectors, the buildings are all attached to one another, and there are no emergency stairs, so either you go down the main staircase (from the 6th floor), or (if that's no longer an option) you hope that the pompiers show up soon with a really long ladder... That said, I managed to sleep through the freaky smell of burning plastic this morning... Hopefully David will wake me if there's ever a real fire.