In my teens, I went to school in Paris, and she would visit me whenever she came for work. She certainly wasn't the kind of grandmama who would cook a big pot of pasta on the stove. I knew from the beginning that my grandmother was different. If you have to count the bags, you know it's too many! There was always a major procession of Louis Vuitton trunks, and after every trip she took they had to go back to Louis Vuitton to be refitted. We visited German castles, and I remember having a wonderful picnic lunch in Remagen, where the Allies crossed the Rhine during World War II. She and my grandfather came to Bonn and spent a week with us. She was working at Harper's Bazaar at the time, and I was living in Germany with my family. My first memory of my grandmother is from when I was about five years old. But her imagination gave her images that sense of dreaminess. Of course, if she had been a bookkeeper or a newscaster and was romanticizing facts and figures, then that would be worrisome. It's how she inspired people like Richard Avedon to create these amazing, fantastic pictures. I didn't want to say, "No, I go to school on a bus." Her romantic visions were part of why she was so successful. And it didn't seem necessary to tamper with it. To this day she would still believe that. My family and I lived in Morocco for a while when I was a child, and she was convinced that I went to school on a horse and had a camel in the backyard. My grandmother had a tendency to romanticize.
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