Eventually I built a new routine, but it was centered around Paris. I ate at the same café every day, at the same hour, and went to the same public house when it opened, and on Wednesday there was always a salon, which I duly attended, and on Friday there would be a party, and on Sunday, I woke to the sound of cathedral bells and thought “I could go to church,” and then I wouldn’t. (This was also a vital part of the routine.)
