Vivaldi’s French Hen – (day 3)

by

Susan May James

Alone, penniless and desperate to stay warm Fleche wanders the winding streets of the Left Bank.  Every few moments she tucks her chin into her thick scarf, her breath warming her nose and cheeks.  Heedless of time, she eventually finds herself in the Latin Quarter; its lanes brimming with restaurants and tourists.  The atmosphere is vibrant but instead of it lifting her spirits Fleche’s mood plummets.  All the hope and excitement, peaking after months of planning, has been doused over the course of a single day.  Years of dreaming have come to nothing and now she feels like a fool. (Read More)

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