A Passion For Paris
November, 1993
The first time I saw Paris was late in the summer of 1944, when I was a GI in the U.S. Army. We had been fighting our way south from the Normandy beaches since June, and the war would go on for another year. It was no time to feel romantic, but my first glimpse of that beautiful city on the Seine marked the start of a love affair that has never ended. And it wasn't just because the streets were filled with crowds of French men and women cheering and waving and generally going nuts with joy as we...
