Poem: ‘The Seine at Asnières’
Ronald Gaskell, 18 September 1986
The minister has not been able to get away this weekend – cables from London, Bucharest, Berlin, St Petersburg. His secretary telephoned just before lunch: possibly on Sunday, probably not, or not till after three.
Lucille takes her new acquaintance, the ambassador’s young wife, for an hour on the river. The trees this summer are so beautiful, the poplars dipping and effacing...