We’ve been going through book shelves in an effort to reduce the crazy number of books we’ve accumulated over the years, and then we’re painting the shelves. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find some buried treasure in amongst the books.

Uncle Harold was a pianist and composer and a French trained chef, among other things, which included being a spy, but that’s another story. We unearthed a copy of Harold’s symphony score, given to my parents in 1961. Inside, was yet another treasure, an 11 page typewritten essay by Harold Knapik, called: NOSTALGIC REMINISCENCES – – SHOPPING IN PARIS – – 1948 TO 1960. It is a lovely essay about markets near the place where Harold and his wife Virginia lived in Paris for years. I scanned it, and I’m publishing it here so everyone can enjoy it.