Joanna Reads Proust

Today at French class, our wunderlehrer Dalia asked us to bring three interesting objects to class.  So we each did, and piled them on the table at the hour of 6:30 p.m. amid dwindles of ardent sunbeam.  (By providence’s great grace, these epochs of late afternoon sun never, ever fail to appear on the days that I trek up into Wallingford and the Alliance Francaise). … Continue reading Joanna Reads Proust