A Trumpeter Under the Bridge

One late summer day, just by myself, in one of my usual promenades before going home from school, a Parisian trumpet player was rehearsing in the narrow strip under the stone bridge of Pont de l’Archevêché (“pont” is bridge), the one connecting Île de la Cité to the Left Bank.


Postcards From Paris & Elsewhere

MANY YEARS back, during my wandering years in Paris away from family and friends, I somehow became profoundly fascinated by the intriguing blend of the insouciance and the less conventional lifestyle of few young people with contagious idealism and sincerity with whom I had hung out with and later became my close friends.