A Story for All the NYC Bike Share Haters, Including Steven
Two summers ago, Mic and I met up in Paris — me from Berlin, her from a wedding in southern Germany — where we would kick off a couple weeks of traveling together. We spent a lot of time while there with Virginie, a native Parisian whom Mic knew from Virginie’s New York days. Virginie is a person whose life on paper reads like the treatment for some HBO punk-glamour make-good docudrama, probably starring Marion Cotillard. After leaving her American rock star husband, Virginie moved back to Paris to work in fashion – which, Virginie is so Parisian that her last name is Parisy, which is what they used to call people a millennium or so ago who hailed from this little tiny settlement on the banks of the Seine. Let’s just say family’s entrenched. Which is relevant to my story; you’ll see.