Friday The 13th Janvier MMXVII - Betwixt The Louvre and the Institut de France, It Is Below-Freezing On The Pont Des Arts ; Provisions Are Running Low, Troop Morale Is At An All-Time Low.... But We Hammer On With Our Mission ...

This is cold where even with two pairs of socks you're going to lose feeling in your toes in about three minutes. 

This is cold where even the most intoxicated late-night pedestrian-revelers hunkering by on a Friday night don't bother to stop to enquire about the guy in formal clothing up there on a ladder with a disk grinder sending giant plumes of sparks into the Seine. 

This is cold where your support crew is more worried about actual frostbite than cops, pickpockets, or the drunken East European tourists who don't understand what is going on ....