She wanted to escape a love affair.
She had dreamed of walking the grey streets of Paris, the wicked Henry Miller beside her on the shiny wet cobbles. But when she expressed this vision to Isaac, a law student obsessed with the stock market, he said that walking in the rain was merely getting wet.
She told her girlfriends at the hotel, “I need something else, I don’t know what, just something else.”
She wanted to escape a “torrid love affair” as she jokingly and ruefully described it.
Jane and Isaac had talked about marriage. He wanted her to meet his family in California but he eventually wanted to live in Boston. He was Jewish—“very Reform,” he said, almost growling—and she was Catholic. He spoke of meeting with a rabbi, and she could only think the all-girls high school uniforms and Communion. The more he pressured her she started doubting the strength and depth of her love for him.
So this trip to Europe was to provide the time and distance to measure and we…