The empty hours stretched ahead of her…. A walk would be good. A walk to the falls, which felt wonderful once she was out there on the road, the breeze rippling her blouse, the pavement solid under her feet. She should walk every day. She had loved walking in Paris—along the river and up over the Pont Neuf to wander through the Île de la Cité and the Île Saint-Louis.
Sometimes you needed to look up from your work, from yourself, blink your eyes—there was a sky up there, a vast expanse of air to breathe.
This brief piece, via Sundance Digital Shorts, about George Whitman’s daughter Sylvia, who has taken over his Shakespeare & Company bookshop in Paris, is lovely, magical: Sylvia Whitman, Shakespeare & Company, Paris
And their website: ShakespeareAndCompany