2 Rue Fabert in Moyeuvre-Grande on a glorious sunny day.

This used to be Roland's lair...
... and my wife's family house. This is where I met Evelyne and we used to spend whole afternoons listening to punk records in her room on the first floor (house on the right, first floor left window overlooking the garden at the back).
However, the place was sold some five years ago after the passing of the grandmother who occupied the house on the left and used to run a sewing shop (orange canopy).
Now the "shop" is run by some kind of quack, a bad fortune teller who only sees a few customers a day, mainly old farts seeking some comfort into the hands of a younger slick man.
As regards the house on the right, well, if there comes a day when all the mosques have been blown up in Baghdad, this place will be the right substitute and is big enough to accommodate yet another score of worshippers...