A private edition

Chapter One

Paris

where it began

The Eiffel Tower lit gold at dusk, from Trocadéro

The tower at full gold, from Trocadéro

The city first, before the country — and the only chapter that was ever going to open it.

Setting out

Where it began

Opening paragraph, written once the photographs and the voice note land. Where the morning started, what the light was doing, the first coffee of the day.

Sacré-Cœur above the steps, the first climb of the trip
The heart of it

The middle of it

The main movement of this chapter: the journey, the meal, the crossing, the long afternoon, whatever carried it.

The Arc against the late-morning sun
Notre-Dame, the west front
Cherries by the kilo, on the walk east
An aside

A lighter human aside. The joke that kept coming back, the small disaster, the thing nobody planned.

In their words

What people said

The best of what was said at the time, tidied only enough to read.

“A line somebody actually said goes here.”
Name
Golden hour

Where it ended

Closing prose. Where the day landed, what the sky did, dinner, the sound of the place at night.

Dinner at Le Bon Georges
Champagne on a drawn tablecloth
The Conciergerie in the last light, going home

A short italic envoi, the feeling to leave on.