Curling around my feet, the steam-wraith from a noxious Paris metro grate. A February drizzle taps my shoulders, dots my scarf, and makes the plastic-wrapped, heat-lamped sidewalk dining areas of…
Curling around my feet, the steam-wraith from a noxious Paris metro grate. A February drizzle taps my shoulders, dots my scarf, and makes the plastic-wrapped, heat-lamped sidewalk dining areas of…