it’s been a whirlwind. so much in my head. so many books in the suitcase. so many textures in my fingers now.
the biron has Possibilities.
a lot will have to be rewritten. a few bits will have to just be scrapped. ugh, it makes me queasy thinking about it . . . but perhaps there are ways. we shall see.
saint sulpice. this would be jules’ church, while he stayed in paris. a long walk from the little house.