On loving & leaving Paris

+ Simone Weil on friendship

It occurred to me over the weekend, as I sat beside my second cousin at a long table in a boisterous dining room at the Florentine restaurant Buca Mario, that things were shifting. I was in Florence to celebrate his marriage to his longtime partner, both of whom I had only connected with for the very first time last March. He is 68, more my father’s pee…