Every time she arrived at the Crillon Hotel in Paris it felt like she was coming home. This time she only had a couple of days in the city before flying to Dakar and she intended to make every minute count but first in keeping with traditions she made her way to Jardin d’hiver and ordered a pot of Chenin Blanc tea with three chocolate eclairs. As she waited she looked through the veranda doors at the court yard outside and found herself staring at every detail of the façade of the building, it amazed her how every time she stayed at the Crillon she would discover a new detail in the grand dames architecture.