Second Excursion

Second Excursion (Edit Piaf) Fighting my way through the Metro and jostling with rude French commuters I found my way back to where Edith was born. The street was now entirely Taken over by the Chinese, and best of all several weddings were going on. The Chinese really can throw a party, noise, laughter and lovely brides. While I sat on the steps outside Edith’s house, her voice came back to me – the offensive blue rinsed man had not succeeded after all. It was a beautiful autumnal day and together Edith and I walked to a park overlooking Paris and saw, at safe distance, the Fabled Eifel tower looking old, yet elegant in glorious sunlight.