The nightclub was crowded with the kind of people who like to remember, while peering darkly into a glass, the last time they saw Paris. The baby spotlights focused down on a singer whose face was familiar. It looked a little older now, and the figuredespite the best efforts of Parisian couturierswas perceptibly heavier. But when Lucienne Boyer began a husky-voiced singing of her old theme song, Parlez-moi &'Amour, it was almost like old times.
As she sang a handful of French torch songs, she tore at her blue-black hair, embraced an imaginary lover, went through the motions of strangling herself in...
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