Chapter Eleven
Walking Home from the Exhibition
Monday, May 6, 1889, Paris
His tour of the Galerie des Machines did nothing to calm Jules’ nerves or his thoughts. Awesome as the exhibits and the surrounding palatial glassworks were, Jules was not pulled out of himself by the experience. If anything, he grew more anguished by the effort of trying to distract himself from his disappointment. Eventually, he decided to walk home.
He wandered in the direction of home with no particular plan for what he would do when he got there. It was nothing like the purposeful walk of anticipation he’d had that morning. When he’d set out, he’d assumed by evening he’d be tipping a glass with his illustrious peers, celebrating various victories, especially his. He wondered why he hadn’t yet run into Madra
