había visto en las tiendas de regalos: la Torre Eiffel contra el cielo del atardecer, las góndolas que se deslizaban a través de pequeños canales en Venecia, autobuses de dos pisos en Londres pasando por palacios y edificios antiguos de piedra.
More than any of that, I imagined my grandmother.
I pictured her standing under that steel lattice of the Eiffel Tower, her white hair blowing in the Paris breeze. I imagined her on a boat in Venice, laughing as she watched the city lights twinkling across the water, telling