...I first came to Paris
one year ago.
It was the Summer of Love.
I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge,
Harold Zidler or Satine.
The world had been swept up in a
Bohemian revolution, and I had
come to be a part of it.
On the hill near Paris
was the village of Montmartre...
12 dic 2009
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