Morning light burst through the lace curtains. George rose up slowly and looked to the empty bed and the small room. “I suppose that’s the way it happens in this city,” he said.  It saddened him that there was not at least a morning adieu, the chance to change the schedule for the day or … More Searching For Henri by Richard Stanford – Part II

George suspected that the bar with its brightly lit windows bathing the dark stream of the outer boulevard in a sheet of flames would be a good place to start.  He figured that any man who grew up among the idle rich of Geneva would find solace in a place like the Folies-Bergère regardless of … More Searching For Henri by Richard Stanford – Part I