"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor with what ease it could be reached. It was worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it." Hemingway

10.5.12

My new Tour Eiffel. Anchorage, AK
Life goes on. I understand. It's the reason why I wept in the car the last time I saw Esther, May 2009, knowing our time was over. It's the reason why I remained cheerful at the Charles de Gaulle airport, waving to Emilie, April 2012, confident to return. It's the reason why now, I see an image, hear a sound, and choke on my own emotion knowing even when I do return to France, it will not be the same. That chapter has ended.

And the question to keep us reading is, what could possibly happen next?


Thank you for all your love and support.

Emily
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