Joanna Biggar's Blog

   “It was still early in those days along the Seine, when the trees yellowed, turned crimson, and dropped their leaves to dance into the streets, that Gracie took steps unlike any she’d taken…She had absorbed enough information from watching Camille and the rest of us, and especially those young French girls heading to high school, that she knew  she wanted to move in a new way.” 

   “Height and glamour at once, she figured, and headed to Galeries Lafayette to buy high-heeled shoes.”                                        

 “I like to picture her choosing, though she had no idea of her size in French, a pair of leather shoes with long, thin heels. They were the color of red rust or the leaves of the vineyards, Napa Valley, in fall, she said.  Across the toe lay a small strip of lizard skin.‘They were classy. For once in my life, I said yes before even asking the price.'”