Having gone to Paris with the expectation of living albeit for a short time, in a relationship, the emotional detachment imbedded in modern means of communication ensured what could not have been further from what had admittedly not been expected but hoped.

 Instead a month of solitude ensued, providing an opportunity to explore the ‘city of love’ as a skeptic. A red sky brought relieving rain to Paris the night prior to a Basque Coast retreat from a sweltering July and the Bay of Biscay brought therapy for the many Parisiennes who made their annual escape from Metropolitan life.