If you've ever moved to, or even lived in, a country that is not the one where you were born, you will know just how much time you are required to spend at the immigration office. A few weeks ago, Ian had an appointment with the Direction Terroritoriale de l'OFII and, due to some unfortunate but inevitable circumstances, I was forced to obtain the last document he needed for his meeting the same morning, while the meeting was already taking place! I ran around half the city that morning and, after finally delivering the required papers to my husband, I went back home at a relatively slow pace. It was on my stroll that I noticed Cour Damoye, a pretty little enclosed street not far from our home with all of the charm of a little country village but right in the middle of the French capital. We made our way back there a few days later, after I had recovered from all my running around and Ian had been granted his residency permit... Cour Damoye was just as pretty as I remembered and perfectly quiet in the early morning. Suffice it to say that I've officially found my new favourite place to take blog photos!