I lived with my grandfather for two years in Lyon, France. We lived along the river Rhône in a small apartment on the fourth story of a quaint building. I shared my small bedroom with my grandfather’s dog – Cherché. I gave him that absurd nickname when I was only four years old, and it stuck. From my bedroom window, I had a perfect view of the river. The apartment was always cold, and it always smelled like coffee and his tobacco. It was my home for two years, and I have only fond memories of the place.