Like everything else in Paris, the Club des Cinq, at the foot of Montmartre, was down at heel. The decorvery modernwas shabby; the champagnevery expensivewas poor. The worn-looking, faded singer who came on half an hour after midnight matched the setting well. She had frizzled brown hair, a little black dress and cork-soled shoes. She was called La Piaf (Parisian argot for sparrow).
The Sparrow's voice, low and husky, was in character too. After she had sung, with a weary little smile, Un monsieur me suit dans la rue ("A gentleman follows me down...
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