"Before me all at once was the Place de la Concorde, beneath a deep navy sky. Fountains, Olympic statues, and music from within the park brought a profound harmony. I sat in this glow, staring out over the Seine, which itself was sparkling with lights and boats, toward the Eiffel Tower, to the side of which a crescent moon and Jupiter dominated the clear azure. On the other side of the tower, Venus shone. My blood rushed, moved by the perfect coherence of all the light, fountains, river, tower, parks, The Avenue des Champs-Elysees, and kaleidoscope of people who seemed to share my sense of wonder. "
Journal 5: July 12, 1970. Paris.
Paris and Amsterdam have been such major players in the episodes of my long life. Darryl and I went there many times. We first went with the Killian brothers, Steve and David, in the summer of 1993. We took the train from Paris to Amsterdam, meeting a host of zany people on the rides. Dar and I went to the French Open as well as lounging in the Luxemburg Gardens and seeing all of the glamour of Paris day and night with the Killians. We all naturally enjoyed Amsterdam.
In 1995 Dar and I met in Paris and watched Lindsay Lee play Amelie Mauresmo, future #1 in the world, at the French open. It went three sets. We all hiked up to Sacre Coeur after her match.
In 1998 Darryl played in the Gay Games in Amsterdam. He played tennis and appeared in a play about Poseidon and Pelops. He won a medal.
In 1999 we took Mom to Paris and Amsterdam: She loved the art of the Louvre and the ambiance of Amsterdam. She met a favorite author of hers there at our hotel.
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