Part 1: Meetings I was walking in some of those narrow streets on the left bank of Seine. It was late the evening, and I had finished the work that brought me to Paris and was just soaking in the atmosphere of the city. I heard a voice speak close in my ear: "Pardon, monsieur. Où est l'hôtel Ritz?" "Désolé, mais je ne parle pas français," I answered automatically, as I turned to look who had spoken. I saw a thin woman of...