What the eyes are for the outer world, fasts are for the inner. -M.K. Gandhi
It’s Saturday. I’ve been fasting for over twenty-four hours. My last meal was back on Wednesday evening. However, my statement is truthfully a lie.
Last night, for a final supper in Paris before heading back home for the holidays, I forced a small bowl of vegetable soup down my throat. I wasn’t hungry, but I knew I would have disappointed Madame Joffres by skipping out on my final Parisian dinner of the year.