Continued, The Correspondent
Postcard from Paris
Rosalie Van Antwerp
USA
Rosalie—Hello from the City of Lights! I know you loved Paris when you were here in the seventies and I can understand why.
Theodore and I are having a lovely time.
He has visited Paris a number of times in the past and serves as a wonderful touring companion.
We are staying in a very well appointed apartment belonging to a friend of Felix’s with windows ten feet tall just near the Tuileries gardens.
Sainte-Chapelle was my favorite. I sat in the pews and wept.
Everything is resolved with Stewart and Felix for the moment, thanks in part to Felix’s successful essay in Vogue.
I tried the books on tape, but really cannot focus and detest the headphones and bad narrators, so not reading anything anymore, though sometimes I have Theodore read to me aloud. Miss you, sending love—Sybil
Hi, Rosalie. I’m taking good care of her. The vision problem makes her afraid, which she won’t say. She regrets she can’t see details in the art, but when the Eiffel Tower lights up, she can see that. Regards, T. Lübeck