I felt like I was back in Paris. I felt like I was in 2009 again and Barack Obama was newly president. I felt like I was twirling tipsily in front of Notre Dame. I was in Métros and searching for clues about my grandmother’s life along the Côte d’Azur. And Patsy was there. And Eddie was there. And I was never so content.
I slept more reasonably, but jet lag is still my constant companion. (TURNS OUT NOT, but that’s for later.) The croissants from the bakery around the corner were good, but […]