I Stole a Book From Agnès Varda by Karen Frances Eng

Shortly after the feminist filmmaker died, I went to Paris to learn from her life — and take a piece of it home with me

We would see the gleaner, tramping along
gathering the relics
of that which is falling behind the reaper.
— Joachim du Bellay (from The Gleaners and I by Agnes Varda)

I went to Paris almost exactly a month after Agnès Varda died, wanting to pay my respects. I’m not sure why I felt compelled to visit the home of the pioneering feminist filmmaker and artist.