I remember entering the French embassy (or part of it) in New York City in order to visit the bookstore, Albertine.  In true Anna fashion, my wife went around the side past the entrance, not realising there was a metal detector and two armed guards keeping watch.  It all ended quite politely, and no harm was done.  A little while later I bought Virginie Despentes’ novel, Apocalypse Baby, and Tom Roberge wasn’t there for me to thank him for his podcast.

-31 May 2016

This post is part of the I Remember series.