Entry Table....

... in the small vestibule of our Paris apartment, illuminated by cloudy morning light from the windows in our dining area, with my black mask and Marylee's purple hat.

She walked nearly three miles in lovely weather (tracked by her IPhone) to the supermarket and to procure a cake for tea with our upstairs friends (which has been postponed to tomorrow).

I walked a long block, up to Rue Bobillot , down to Rue de Tolbiac, and right on Rue des Peupliers to our  apartment at #10.   Marylee  has just discovered that our street was known as the Chemin (path) des Peupliers  in the 1700s.