Paris, 12 june, 11:45 am.
Fanny is a friend. In fact, she is my first Parisian friend. We met by chance in another life. Similarly, she and I tend to change often. Right now, Fanny is the instigator of a wonderful literary adventure. She sends out, to the four corners of the world, letters from unknowns to a circle of letter writing lovers. I am one of her loyal subscribers.
Fanny also has a dog. It is a strange dog…a Tibetan spaniel who responds to the name ‘Gizmo.’ In his own home he’s a delight, but outside Gizmo is a formidable combat dog with who one should never lock eyes. All the inhabitants of Montmartre will attest to that. Be warned!