I like the park plenty, but sometimes there’s just too much action going on, what with the baseball and the frisbee and the hula-hooping and the kids on scooters. So Sunday morning found me heading up to the roof deck with a basket of blanket, coffee, water, sweet green grapes, SPF 40 sunblock, Le Rouge et le Noir, and five pounds of Oxford Hachette French Dictionary. On a day like today, there is nowhere else to be but four flights up, New York City stretching out and out, and the sun delicious on my skin. Four hours later, Mathilde de la Mole had just written Julien to come to her room at one in the morning, quel scandale.