Despite Parisian snobbery, which wrote off the Seventeenth as the poor man’s Sixteenth—“très Dix-septième” was the chic set’s ultimate damnation—Capucine thought it was one of the most pleasant neighborhoods in Paris, filled with spacious apartments overlooking broad, tree-lined avenues. The apar...
That she hadn’t had time to pack a bag was immaterial since she planned on being back in Paris for dinner. That she hadn’t had time to stop at the station to buy a ticket including a full hot meal delivered to her seat was definitely very material. She was ravenous. As the train rocketed through ...
This was even worse than being back at square one, drifting pointlessly on that bathtub-size rubber dinghy. She looked up at Alexandre, expecting to find him sharing her despondency. But, on the contrary, he seemed in his element, delighted with life. “This is perfect! I have a feeling I’m about ...