Sept. 2, 2010 Crossing the Bridge of Sighs « Loveinthepiazza's Weblog

I didn't know if I could ever get over what happened in Paris with Bernie. I held my pounding head in my hands and, trying not to remember, recalled every detail. The day before. It's early morning, and the two of us pass through the granite entrance to the Père Lachaise. ... And what about my profession, slave to my agent, writing formulaic entries about posh hotels and trodden paths, trying to infuse romance in my books when it is missing in my own life? ...