Lisa Maguire Fiction

Walk, Memory

This evening I am going for a walk in Paris.  I am mapping a tour for a friend who has never been there. She wants me to show her the ‘real’ Paris, far away from tourists.  But she will be a tourist, stuck in that familiar trope of wanting an ‘authentic’ experience. The tourist Paris is […]


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