well, i married a frenchman. i was a runaway bride. they chuckle. i was a runaway bride. any regrets? we went to paris for the weekend. and the man i married was a world traveller, was one of the great photographers of the world. that's marc riboud, the late french photographer. and he sort of opened up a whole new universe to me, which was international, which was... ..had nothing to do with america or europe or africa, but had to do with everything. and so i became this kind of country—hopping, international, you know, explorer, whatever, that i had started in egypt on my own with him,