Every Sunday morning at the end of the rue Mouffetard, in front of the Saint-Medard church, a group of regulars gathers to dance and sing along with an accordionist. I used to visit this square often. My first apartment was just a few blocks away. However, Patrice had never seen the dancers, so we made an effort to get out of the house early for our photo expedition. All the usual people were there and dressed in their Easter Sunday finest - just as I remembered.