Chapter Two

I finally have a draft of the revised Chapter Two.

Now maybe I can get a little further with the Paris book. It has been well over a year on this one. Paris, I believe, is a rock that many writers have foundered on. So many want to write a Paris book, and so many discover the impossibility of capturing the place.

What is it? Just a city. A modern city, of concrete and convenience stores, just like any other. And yet it is still Paris. Or maybe we all lie to ourselves, convincing ourselves that there is something more to it. Something intangible that goes beyond the architecture or the history or the people.

If the term "je ne sais quoi" hadn't been invented yet, then Paris would have made it necessary.