From the neck up he remained the Paris intellectual techie with a luminous green and purple silk neckerchief, unmistakably from Turnbull & Asser in Piccadilly, and a well-scrubbed face fluorescent with recondite learning. Overjoyed to see Alexandre, Cochenet embraced him as if he were a long-...
Flanked in protective custody by her two daughters, sharp-eyed recent university graduates, she embellished what she had already told Capucine with a wealth of detail, none of it useful. She and her husband had gone out to dinner at a workers’ café. That was where they always went. Of course, the...