The man shook my outstretched hand and formally introduced himself. I won't disclose his name, we don't normally get visitors from the French Embassy. Especially so early in the morning, unannounced and unaccompanied.
     But Cybele just went on: "I insisted on waiting for you, and of course I mentioned where you'd gone. This led to a discussion, and brought up the following question: Where in Paris would you find a miniature copy of the Statue of Liberty?"
     Umpteen times I've warned her not to put my knowledge to the test like that without preparation in front of strangers. One day I'm bound to disappoint her. But not this time: "As far as I know, there are several such copies in Paris. Which one did you have in mind?"
     Cybele turned her head slightly towards our guest. His face bore the gratified smile of a patriot. Evidently, I had just passed the test. Surely, he didn't come to us expecting to find anything but professionals?
     Something else bothered me though. Cybele always likes to show off, and my fears were confirmed right away: "I had in mind the exhibit which can be found near to two well-known fountains. The Medici Fountain and Fontaine de l'Observatoire."