Yesterday morning, a walk down Vine Street in Los Angeles took me to France, which made as little sense when it happened as it does writing it down now. But a combination of smells – a recent storm in L.A., some flowers nearby – had me right back, and I knew the memory immediately.
Spring in Paris. Lunchtime, walking …
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