Tag Archives: Paris

The women of Paris during the battle of Verdun 1916*

Posted on January 24, 2017 by odeboyz

As if by the germination of a tiny quantity of yeast, apparently of spontaneous generation, young women now went about all day with tall cylindrical turbans on their heads, as a contemporary of Mme Tallien’s might have done, and from … Continue reading →

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The Absolute Importance of Luck

Posted on April 14, 2015 by odeboyz

It must have been late 1941 or early 1942. Jews were required to wear the Star of David and to obey a 6 p.m. curfew. I had gone to play with a Christian friend and had stayed too late. I … Continue reading →

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Paris, Our Last Day.

Posted on May 15, 2014 by odeboyz

After a typical French breakfast of croissants (bland, cardboard on steroids with peculiar  bits on the side) we all made our way with our luggage to the Gare du Nord station to leave the cases in the left luggage store … Continue reading →

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More Paris.

Posted on May 2, 2014 by odeboyz

The dirty brick with the equally dirty windows looked down on the dingy street with cars parked both sides, so close together none could escape without the French “bumper shuffle”. Our close knit bunch of five couples were on the … Continue reading →

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The beautiful City

Posted on April 18, 2014 by odeboyz

Some years ago (OK more than I should have let pass) a couple of our group of close friends suggested we visit Paris. Jan, was immediately up for it, but as always, all I could envisage was foreign food and … Continue reading →

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Non, je ne regrette rien

Posted on July 22, 2012 by odeboyz

Edith Piaf chanteuse extraordinaire, Street- fighting child. A phoenix eternally rising, The Arc de Triomphe ought to celebrate her. Gangster scum fed on her, Her vulnerability, her elusive fragility, Yet- she soared above them Perform for Nazis? Why not? Her magical … Continue reading →

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