I remember sitting here in 1973. The waiter was surly. He served a dog a bowl of water before serving me my café. I looked up at the late afternoon Parissky. "This is where I want to live." I thought.
A former New York avant garde artist who has made Paris her home for many years. A citizen of a village called Montmartre where the angels of creativity still abide.
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