In the crowded corner of a Berlin bookstore, Madeleine Peyroux, with her acoustic guitar slung across her shoulders, seems a bit lost. Dressed in faded jeans and a white peasant blouse, she looks more like the forlorn street singer in Paris, where she spent her youth, than a woman whose last record sold more than a million copies and has concert halls
booked
around the world to promote a new one. "This is the worst part," she says. "This in-between time when the work is done, but the record isn't really out yet and you don't know if people will like...
