The Last Gamble in Paris
The jazz played too loud in the cellar on Rue Mouffetard, which was ironic because the people who needed it most—the Americans who'd come to Paris to forget what they'd seen in the Argonne and the Marne and the Somme—couldn't hear it over their own conversations. They talked in circles. They talked about nothing. They talked about everything except what they'd actually come to talk about, which...
0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews