Dear Mom,
It’s Easter Sunday and I’m alone in Paris. It’s cold and windy and exhaustion is sinking into my bones. Plus, I think I’m getting a little lonely.
But I still managed to go to church today, like I try to do every Easter. I found a quiet, beautiful chapel on the Ile Saint-Louis, took a seat, closed my eyes, and prayed for you and me and everyone I love. I was in there for a while.
I thought that would make you happy.
Love,
Carol
