Paris
Square
Claude Debussy
Meredith
turned her back on the rue Cardinet. She got out the map, folded it into a neat
square, and went in search of the Square Claude Debussy. When she found it, it
was, if anything, a bigger let down. Ugly, brutalist, six-storey buildings, with
a thrift store on the corner. And there was no one about. The whole place had
an air of abandonment. Thinking of the elegant statues in the Parc
Monceau celebrating writers, painters, architects, Meredith felt a spurt of
anger that Paris had honoured one of
its most famous sons so shabbily.
Sepulchre,
hardback p64
Image © Mark Rusher
