I'm at a hotel in Paris, on a balcony overlooking Rue Chambiges, in the 8th arrondissement. Did you hear? I bummed three cigarettes from le garcon at the Bistro. Thought I'd given that all up so many years ago. But as Parisians do, I guess so go I. Gonna savor the flavor on the balcony in Paris tonight, ce soir, in Paris. I cannot see the Eiffel Tower from where I am, but they tell me that it flickers, on the hour, just like lovers gone wild. Too many gypsies on the street play guitar with all their fingers, so they cannot be real gypsies, or can they? Not like Django, French tango, tell me, where'd the old gang go? - to be continued - Chicheme, March 2013 arrondissement, Django Reinhardt, 8th arrondissement
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