Chapter 5: Consequences
It is commonly said—or at least it was years ago—that a trip to Europe changes one’s perspective. I suppose that was true for me. At least, when I returned home, I found my perception of my life, my friends and family, my city in fact, to be different. Everything was familiar and yet, at the same time, somehow strange—to the point where I withdrew into myself for a period of time. To think, I suppose. And, what came to me out of that thinking was the realization that the most profound experience I’d had in Europe had not been the various pieces of architecture, magnificent as they had been, nor the beautiful old cities, nor even the witty and intelligent people—the friends of friends I had visited—except one.
That man in Paris—he stuck with me. And yet I knew so l
