I heard the accordion echoing in the metro. I remembered an album with the black and white cover of a famous player smiling with his instrument and the river Seine behind him. It was moms favorite and she played it numerous times, the music wafting throughout the house. Under Paris Skies was the favorite of all songs and she would hum and sing this lustily as she swayed and danced in the sala. She had bought this album in Paris as a young woman. As I walk this lovely city to the brink of happy exhaustion each day, I often wished I had her with me so we could sing and dance her favorite once more by the river.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 06:59:37 +0000
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