WE were sitting on a bench at the base of the hundreds of steps of the Sacré-Cœur basilica, you and I. We had just descended the steps, and you were not feeling well. I too had to catch my breath: earlier, in the church, you lit a candle and prayed in a quiet corner, while outside crowds were picnicking. The change of atmosphere was rather oppressive. You prayed. Maybe for a love affair. 

Maybe because of a love affair. Pr