I’ve been spending a lot of time in the 19th century lately, and the line blurs less than one would think.  The incidentals of dress and diet change, and they didn’t have Facebook to, um, spend their time with, but the human condition morphs so laughably – or comfortingly – or tragically – little, that the frieze moves, the actors change, the froth evaporates, but the play rolls on. Maybe that’s why I’m reading so much in the “past” – I want to see what endures.le-flaneur (Drawing by Nicolas Toussaint Charlet)