Emily in a gendarme hat
In 1997 my parents took my daughter to Paris for her tenth birthday. My mom said Emily used to walk ahead of them quite jauntily. The concierge would bring her a Coke every night when my parents had their wine. This photo of her coming through International Arrivals is one I’ve always kept hanging up in my studio room. The look on her face: so triumphant. Everyone loves Paris, even a ten year old. My heart grieves for the Parisians today.
Here is the photo. You know I always show you that.