Long ago, she embarked on her first experience of living as an American abroad. For a year she journaled in the cafes of Paris, she read there, got lost in the city, drank red wine, missed the last metro, learned to love cheese, realized her passion for life drawing, painted her first canvas. Oh, and she studied at university too.
It’s been a long time since then. But the memories and images of that first French life of hers linger lovingly in her memory.