I am home in France now, typing this with the shutters closed against the ferocious heat of the afternoon as the dogs snooze at my feet. But last week I was in London, my home for more than 30 years, the city that made me, the city so full of memories they jump at me from almost every corner, so I am twenty again (a suitcase, …
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