Another Sunday Letter

Palais-Royal, Winter Dusk

Dear Friend,

As silly as it might sound, last week I found the courage to write to you because I thought of Marcel Proust and decided to romanticize a less-than-ideal situation, even if just for a few hours: if one is sick in Paris, and a writer, one might as well write a letter. Today I will try to do the same.

The usual doubts …