It was a long time later, after love and laughter, that the wind blew up from the Seine, damp and cooling, the starlight gave enough light to see by and sanity reigned again. Her smooth lovely face was serene in repose and her blonde hair lay flaxen and silky on the white hotel pillows. Later they wrapped towels about themselves and stood drinking the last of the champagne on the balcony and watching the few late-night pedestrians hurrying across the Place Vandome.

1967.