Yes, I’m sitting on a hotel terrace high above the street on a warm cloudless late afternoon and reading Proust in Paris. And I wonder how life could be any better. Bringing Proust to read in Europe was a stroke of genius on my part, for reading Proust is always an act of forgetting and remembering for me, and certainly longing and desire overcome me.
On the terrace
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So good to hear from you in Paris with Proust in hand and mind. This is the perfect fusion of literature and geography.
Enjoy yourself – and accept the arrogance of Parisians. I lived there for a year a long time ago and remember.
Keep posting.