I’ve made it this far: to the café where Amelie was filmed, a kind of pilgrimage for me, right next to the Moulin Rouge, two movies that formed so many of my early ideas of love. And all I can think about is you. I bite into a pear tart and sip from my espresso and my tongue reacts to the bitter liquid and moves around a square of soft pear and I close …
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