in 1966, after a trip across the Atlantic in a Norwegian freighter, and on the same day that freighter docked at Antwerp, Belgium, I traveled by train to Paris, arriving at the Gare du Nord at dusk, arriving by taxi at 20 Avenue Victoria, Paris.
And I began a three week stay in Paris, and a stay of eight weeks or so in continental Europe.
I’ve been back to the Continent only once, to cover the death of a pope.
I see the city, Paris. Many friends have visited. Two friends have lived there. I’ve seen a picture of a woman I briefly called a girlfriend during the Seventies posing with a female companion in front of the famous Left Bank cafe Deux Magot.
The summer Olympics will open there soon.
City of Light. City of so much history.
I must get back.
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