Nous Sommes T-Ball

I begin laborious but enjoyable job of sorting through massive pile of vintage postcards, ticket stubs, old illustrated papers, anonymous photos I acquired over the past three months in Paris.  Keep watching this space.

Here: a lurid specimen of French starter kitsch from the 1940s or 1950s: glossy pixie flesh and hair tousled just so--au point.

Last Paris Days

....and a final wander around the Cimitière Montparnasse.  One of its less fortunate inhabitants.   

I Carried It Off With My Usual Aplomb