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The Paris glasses

Paris glassesHow is it that the sight of a familiar object can send me tumbling backwards? I thought I was making such progress here.

Back in the winter of 2006, when I was pregnant with E, M’s parents came to look after our girls, and M and I flew to Paris. We each happened to have some work we could do there to justify the week-long trip. A visit to the Shostakovich archive for M, a presentation to urban planners at the Sorbonne for me. Continue reading

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