In August of Elisabet Maunoury's 18th year, she left Sweden for Paris with some friends, including pensive Eva. While Eva shared her expansive knowledge of art with Elisabet in the museums, Elisabet ensured they experienced the French life portrayed in films, books, and pictures. This meant sitting in cafés, meeting french men, and eating cheese and drinking wine along the Seine.
Almost 40 years later, Elisabet payed a visit to her old friend. The 25 kilo and cancer-ridden Eva no longer left her bed, a pile of tubes. During the visit, however, Eva sat up chatting animatedly for hours. She died five days later.
"And what do you think we talked of, Emily?" Elisabet asked me, her eyes straining composure.
"Everything?"
"Paris. We didn't talk about our children, our work…we talked of our August in Paris."