I didn't get lost, kidnapped, hired or eloped in Paris.
(Sometimes there isn't a whole lot of difference between any two, or all, of the four items on that list, is there?)
I did, however, have my portrait painted by an expatriate artist:
Actually, that Oskar Koskoschuka painted that portrait more than a quarter-century before I was born. Was he envisioning a better version of me?
Seriously, though...I saw that painting during my just-ended (boo-hoo) visit to Paris.
