BOOTS WERE TIED WITH A simple bit of twine but that could not hide their beauty. “A cloudburst over Paris / the road alone is darker than I can imagine.” They were not so much letters as poems; an exchange of art for food. “In this thin coat of skin / these silent hands / these clouded eyes / there is you. / The timbre of my voice rises and falls with thoughts of you. / In dreams you come to me as my true love, the one who completes. / And then I wake.” Escoffier searched for bits of himself between the lines. He wasn’t sure if he found them or not. He wasn’t sure about anything. For the first time in his life, he had no place to cook and no home to go to. After the “disagreement” at The Savoy, Delphine made it clear that he was not welcome at La Villa Fernand. “Apologize and go back immediately,” she wrote. “The household accounts are too low for such foolishness.
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