As we sat and ate, I thought about having Paris at my feet. The view had sparked something in my imagination. Paris was a photogenic city and many tennis player shoots had taken place around the Eiffel Tower, but was there something different we could do up here – from this height?
That night, my dreams were full of Russians, the mafia and Paris. Images floated randomly through my head, like movie rushes that seemed totally disconnected. Awake, I felt unsettled, trying to remember and make sense of my dreams. There was something not connecting and it was driving me crazy. A run seemed in order.
Turning left out of the hotel, I followed a mental map of my surroundings and shortly ended up in the majestic Place de la Concorde. The mammoth square opened up around me. In one direction was th
