France
" Love me. Love me one last time before the dawn"
(Nora Roberts. Le Cercle Blanc)
Coup de Coeur :
"We were of the city, but somehow not in it. Whenever I went off
on my favorite walk to Highland Park in the "American" district
to the north, on the border of Queens and climbed the hill
to the old resevoir from which I could look straght across to
the skyscrapers of Manhattan, I saw New York as a foreign city.
There, brilliant and unreal, the city had its life as Brownsville was
ours. We were the end of the line. We were the children of the
immigrants who had camped at the city's back door, in New York's
rawest, remotest, cheapest ghetto. "
(Alfred Kazin, A Walker in the City
"We were of the city, but somehow not in it. Whenever I went off
on my favorite walk to Highland Park in the "American" district
to the north, on the border of Queens and climbed the hill
to the old resevoir from which I could look straght across to
the skyscrapers of Manhattan, I saw New York as a foreign city.
There, brilliant and unreal, the city had its life as Brownsville was
ours. We were the end of the line. We were the children of the
immigrants who had camped at the city's back door, in New York's
rawest, remotest, cheapest ghetto. "
(Alfred Kazin, A Walker in the City
