FROM PARIS IV

Crying in the chapel.

“Wherever you go, there you are.” It’s a clever expression that always seems
to thwart me in my endless pursuit of reinvention.

Every day here in Paris, I pass through dew-christened parks tucked away within nests of tall buildings, with wooden benches that call out for company. I watch couples mooning over one another, laughing gaggles of girlfriends, a…