Road to Elsewhere, Excerpt #36*: My Haunted Courtyard in Paris

Ghosts are real. I could see them from my window at the Alliance Française.

THERE WAS A WHOLE WORLD to explore outside the casement windows of my dorm room in Paris, at 101 Boulevard Raspail. The building’s architecture screamed “utilitarian” and “60s” and consequently “boring,” but its ancient footprint recalled vanished worlds that are still contained within the city blocks. 

*But I never met her! Even though we were eating in…