“You bought the wrong ticket” He scowled. Obviously I was no Parisian. It took two moments to translate his statement in my head. “Zone 2?” I asked, tentatively. Prior to this I had considered myself a cosmopolitan man. My wife clenching my elbow in near panicked morse code. “No.” he paused, shaking his head and then Passed his card over the machine. Alleluia. The gate lifted and he bid us good day. I wish we had stayed.
front lawns required time, labor, and money They were meant to be remote to be awe inspiring; that first terrible moment, an undramatic lunch with family. racism is worse than you think. The bourgeoisification of man. Uglification and diminishment not a completely unfair summation of his sojourn there. “You know”, his mother said, ”I have trouble understanding art.” Her approach: the Financial, the Economic — unintended consequences of early training. And not the least of the lasting cost.
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