“During those first days alone with my mother, I felt cocooned. We would take our coffee at Chez Schumann, the little terrace across the street, even when it rained, which it did almost every day.
My mother relished the flaky croissants, leaving a trail of crumbs on her blouse that I gently brushed away. But she kept dressing for the wrong season — scarf-less and umbrella-free, with little more than a light coat, even in mid-January.”
From Replay/Rewind – included in the showcase