It had rained a lot that spring, so Hattie and I took full advantage of the first sunny day that came along. We were quite poor at the time, but we decided to spend the day sitting outside our favorite cafe, ordering whatever we liked and watching Parisians bloom in the sunlight. That round wicker table
was our own personal kingdom, and we loaded its glass top with carafes of wine, plates of mussels and escargots, some kind of potato dish that we had ordered by mistake and more bread than any two humans should be able to eat. We spent all the money we had that day, but it was our best day in Paris together.