A NOVEL SET IN PARIS ~ Chapter 1

I try to remember my first impression of him, but it’s hard to go back ~ like a dream that recedes the more awake I am. We met on the train from Lyon to Paris. There was a faint smell of cigarettes when he sat down, and cologne, I remember that. He looked overly warm in a thick hoodie on an early summer afternoon. His hair was dark and wavy. European, I guessed, maybe Italian. He sat opposite me, leafing through a newspaper, trying to be quiet when he turned the pages and folding them into quarters each time he finished a section. Every time I uncrossed my legs he moved his knees sideways a bit to make room. At one point he asked me which book I was reading. <a href="https://lavigne-dr.medium.com/a-novel-set-in-paris-chapter-1-3869c661cd78">Visit Now</a>