I remember the cup of tea we had at Shakespeare & Co. in Paris that one time. We were celebrating finding that first edition book of Rosetti poetry; I'd lost the trail in Prague, but you'd somehow managed to pick it up again somewhere outside of Rodbyhavn. Our buyer had insisted on meeting us in Paris, which had seemed only fitting since Luke was celebrating his honeymoon there. You had that amused sadness in your eye that you often get at the end of a good book hunt; you said you never had been fond of denouements. I reminded you that there were still plenty of lost materpieces out there, and there were, but that Rosetti volume turned out to be the last big one.

Luke and his wife joined us later; the weather cleared, and we all shared a very pleasant bottle of Fitou at a cafe along the river.