Madeleine's Last Day

We walked to Saint Chapelle on Madeleine's last morning before her Eurostar back to London on her way to New Zealand via Hong Kong (crazy long trip). The line was too long so we leisurely strolled, eating a red fruit and rhubarb tart. This poor man was fishing for spare change amidst luxury and business.

 This shell near the tower of Saint Jacques reminds me of  Carol Mavor and Marcel Proust, whom I have never read.