The ancestors hate instagram
Before I left for Paris I had dinner with A - a wonderful reader of my newsletter - and we spoke with the ancestors. In a large, purposefully dingy basement we listened to the blues band, two of the five guests who were unaffiliated with the performers. I got a glass of Prosecco and we both closed our eyes when things got really groovy.
Earlier, while I waited for her to meet me at Silvana’s for dinner, I continued reading Alice Walker’s “The way forward is with a broken heart.” I was in the chapter Big Sister Little Sister, which gouged my heart out and made me deeply, uncomfortably self aware.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to All Love, Vic to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.