We'll Always Have Paris

Imagine you meet the love of your life at seventeen. Imagine you dream of a life together, working as an artist in Paris. Then imagine he unexpectedly dumps you.

Now imagine you meet him again when you are sixty-four. How would you react?

I'm trying hard not to give any spoilers here, but I will say that a lot of things happened that wouldn't have happened if I had been Rosie.

A bit disappointing, I think.

And not much Paris either.