Well, it has been done! But NOT by me! I read a post about the TWO books that have been written on Janice MacLeod's blog. (Janice has left Paris and is now living in Calgary, just a 3.5 hour drive from where I live. If you haven't read her book Paris Letters, you should. It's an inspiring story and invites you to re-imagine yourself in a different context, in a different life.)Now, who was the granddaughter and why oh why was she so neglectful? Did she not know about it, or did the decades of dust in the apartment hide some sordid details?Wouldn't this make a great novel or movie? If I were a gifted writer, I would fly to Paris right now and research the story. Then I would leisurely write it in Provence as a retirement project.
|Via Janice MacLeod: Painted letters from Paris...and beyond.|
Have a great day!