From there we explore the Marais, with the Pletzl, the old Jewish area of narrow streets, small shops and the occasional chilling memorial plaque. 165 children from a Jewish school were deported and died at Auschiwtz. The past casts a long shadow in Paris
Then it’s time for coffee. We sit outside at a long table. I notice a young woman – her eyes sliding from her sketch pad to a woman talking on her mobile. Then Harry becomes her subject – he’s absorbed in the map of Paris on his phone
Before we go, I ask her if we can see the drawing. ”Is it ok to take a photo?” She smiles and we talk for a while.