That Summer In Paris by Morley Callaghan
"One dark cloudy afternoon I had called for Ernest and when we came out to the street, a soft rain had begun to fall. It was one of those soft early-summer Paris rains. I was coatless, Ernest had brought a raincoat. We could have got a taxi, but the rain was now so gentle and the air so soft he said, "Let's walk". "
Great name, Morley Callaghan.
Great name, Morley Callaghan.
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