My return to France in December 1948 was not quite as I had dreamed it. After sailing home with a group of friends from the Foreign Legion and bidding them a sad adieu in a café on the Canebière in Marseille, I took the crowded night train to Paris. Having been surrounded night and day by colleagues, patients, friends, or by Serge, it felt strange to be traveling on my own, facing an unknown future.
