I see it in their eyes, those girls trapped at the high table. I see their desperation to escape the handsome prince, to flee the happy ending imposed on them, to fold those three glorious gowns into a walnut shell and run far from the palace. I see it all… Read more »
There are very few wardrobes to be found in the Paris Métro. This did not stop the wardrobe door from appearing in front of Elaine as she descended the stairs into the station, arms laden with bags from a day spent shopping in the boutiques of the Palais des… Read more »
