People flooded her sightline. That pesky moon just wouldn’t move. It was ruining the picture. Just when she thought she’d gotten the perfect picture, another tourist yapping in some foreign…
The Eiffel Tower. The Louvre. Versailles. Notre Dame. The Seine. It was all so beautiful. She sat at a brasserie on Rue Cler–a street down which her beloved Hemingway strolled–sipping…
