Sometimes this particular friend is just too painful for words. This week he is in Biarritz, France…slumming apparently. He is staying in Edith Piaf’s room according to the brass plaque on the door. I wonder how the bed fits as he is 5’10” and she was 1.47m or as I interpret… 4’9.75″ tall. When he sent the text and the picture of the plaque I answered, “Sing me a song, sparrow”…he sent…”OH, WOE IS ME, OH WOE IS ME.”
FYI: Edith Piaf…Born on the streets of Paris in 1915 to a street singer mother and a street acrobat father, became the National Symbol of France during WWII…A voice like no other.