Twice a week I go to Union Square to ventilate my angst. It could not be at the center of Paris. The diversity of the humanity is really, I would say, grotesque. It can be beautiful, it can be really scary, and unpredictable. And most of the time, there is a huge blue sky over it all. People here have this freedom, this incredible freedom to present themselves in an outrageous way. The other day I saw this guy who believed he was a crow. He was flapping his wings with the scream of the crow, in a perfect imitation. It was wonderful. Then he went down into the subway flapping his wings. Union Square refreshes me because I have a rather solitary life here, so it's really refreshing for me just to come here.