Chapter 27: Part 1: Coletta en Pah-ree
Paris had captivated my childhood imagination long before I understood love, from Audrey Hepburn twirling in couture to the swashbuckling adventures of the Three Musketeers. It was here, five years earlier, that I had fallen for the melancholic strains of tango. At 9pm in Trocadéro plaza, under the towering presence of La Dame de Fer, I watched couples …