On one of the antique mirrors at Lapérouse, Kate Moss has left a message for the after world: "it's 2 late 2 go 2 bed" she wrote, or carved in with something really sharp.
I tell him that story over dinner, he looks at me like he's found something to admire. I'm not sure what thar is but know better than to ask. When we walk through the Jardin des Tuileries after sunset he takes my hand and holds it in his without saying a single word.
It's a beautiful night but then again, nothing lasts forever.
