A year and a half after the end of the war and the German occupation, Paris was muted and looked bruised and forlorn. Everywhere I went, I sensed the tracks of the wolf that had tried to devour the city. But Paris proved inedible, as it had been ever since its tribal beginnings on an island in the Seine, the Ile de la Citรฉ.
Paula FoxI have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back.
Paula Fox