Chapter 12
It was just after seven when we arrived at the Hôtel des Souvenirs on the Avenue George V. I’d booked a suite at the hotel where Mother and Father had taken me from the time I was five. At least once a year we would travel to Europe and spend a few weeks touring the Continent.
I’d also made reservations for a dinner cruise on the Seine and a show afterward at the Crazy Horse, so once we were checked in, we changed and made our way to the pier where the boat was docked.
The dinner was as excellent as promised. Mother had the lightly cooked housemade duck foie gras in a mulled wine jelly with star anise for starters, while I ordered the salmon gravlax fillet with a seaweed salad and peppery lemon pearls. Mother decided on a champagne of a mature vintage, which would complement
