“ For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place. ”
In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?
~ Peggy Kopman-Owens
The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.
This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.
There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.
