As an odd child (written lovingly) of the later twentieth century, I have always had this strange affinity for all things “Belle Epoch.” My old soul, yet young person, always felt an intense draw to things from an era that I would not possibly have known about at such a young age.

Whatever one’s beliefs on reincarnation, I felt so utterly out of place in the era in which I was born. The Belle Epoch art scenes, culture, world politics, fashion, leisurely lifestyle, and every other aspect ran continuously through my mind like old black and white reels that I could almost see. Not until I was much older did I start making connections with the possibility that I indeed was back in this world once again. My “Somewhere in Time” moments would come on strong with certain scents or visual cues, leaving my heart racing to remember for more than a second’s flash.