In Paris, the dance was everything. The dance of romance was what a man could remember in his old age. Didn’t all young Americans come to Europe in search of that kind of romance?

The French know the intrinsic value of holding on to the past, its pleasures, its promises, and its tender mercies.

This would become a lifelong pattern, sitting in my comfort zone high above the world in some sort of self-imposed exile.

There are people in this world so rich that when it rains they simply fly away on private jets in search of sun.

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.

How could I ever forget my best friend, the man, who had changed my destiny simply by allowing me to write about him?

In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price.

Beware. Those with the least amount of authority exercise it the most often.

...Don't insult readers by questioning the extent of their imaginations. Most need only to be nudged to solve a good mystery.

In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre

He had learned Lesson One: Let French women tell you what they want.

Whatever the unknown in Europe, it had to be better than the known in a small town, where truth was hidden behind smiles, pleasantries, and an abundance of stretch lace at weddings. Whatever, the yet-to-be-written truth about her own life, it seemed certain to be waiting elsewhere on a blank page, somewhere people made no attempt to predict the future based upon a person's past. Quote from: A Summer Abroad, Mrs. Duchesney's First Real Mysteryc. 2013 Peggy Kopman-Owens

I write to raise the curtain on life's endless possibilities. Because you asked, "Pourquoi?

Paris and Fashion. Books and Art. What would one be ... without the other?

Picasso created blank spaces through which an imagination could fly.