Ladies Who StrollI use the word ‘stroll’ lightly. Because these particular ladies in the Marais neighborhood of Paris were covering some major groundage. I wondered what they were talking about, so immersed were they. Work? Clothes? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Working out? Problems of the world? I wondered if they were native Pariesiennes, or if they moved here from another land. And if they were happy there. I admired their fashion sense, as I did most of the women I saw in Paris. Then they swooped by and were gone.