I’ve been clearing out my Bastille apartment because
and I are moving up the proverbial hill (it’s also a literal hill) to a new apartment next to the Père-Lachaise cemetery.We have views of a blooming canopy of green and the final corporeal resting places of Gertrude Stein and Jim Morrison and Edith Piaf, and for now I shan’t say more, but as I packe…
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