Rituals Are Best Left To Experts
Part 1: From the Secret Diary of Anaïs Nin
November 15, 1944
It always feels like an escape — leaving Hugo behind and travelling to Paris. Joyfully, I pack my bags. Ecstatically, I board the train.
But Paris no longer holds the allure it once did for me. Her lights flickered, during the last war, and seem to shine so…