On the stairs outside a house below Acropolis a well-dressed older man had found rest. He appeared to be waiting for someone, and in a short bit an elegant lady appeared. They both lit up. She sat down besides him, and they leaned over towards each other to make plans for the rest of the day. A symphony of French sounds filled the air around them. Maybe they had been married for 40 years. Maybe they were newly found lovers, just having met.