“Joyfully, Paris, I know that everything that I am is gaining momentum. Like clouds, as beautiful as ones I saw above Van Gogh’s grave in Auvers-sur-Oise, gathering and getting thicker. When it rains, it pours. Well, or it drizzles, like English rain – quietly, persistently, joyfully. Either way, Paris, I’m already wet…” (En savoir plus)