Place de Furstenberg
The first time I saw this lovely little square hidden near l’Église Saint-Germain-des-Prés, it was a warm summer evening and a young French troubadour was playing his guitar and singing to an audience of people watching him from their apartment windows. I stopped to listen…..
What can I say…..I, too, was young. Our eyes met and he serenaded me with his melodic voice. He was a musician and an artist. I was a musician and thanks to him I became an artist as well.
A special evening, a special encounter, that when I reflect upon my past, it is one of those special …read more
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