Summarizing Proust
In the first volume of À la recherche du temps perdu, the narrator remembers his childhood when tasting a madeleine cake dipped in tea. I get pulled back to my childhood by the sight of a wall topped with blue bricks. The house I grew up in had this sort of wall facing the street, and I hadn’t really noticed it was a regional thing until this trip. The blue bricks are made from Etruria Marl, a red clay found…