The Chatette has always been an open place. It's a place where I live in the midst of history, romance and peace every day. Once the summer heat and humidity attack in New Orleans, we become prisoners in closed-up houses, with air-conditioners humming and rumbling away. We've had some sneak peeks of fall on and off, but after these last two nights (I don't want to jinx it) I'd say it has arrived. The doors and windows are open, screens are in, and even the ceiling fans can have a rest. I miss the open, peaceful, living in the universe kind of life we have at the Chatette. It just happens to be in France.