Dermott Ryder's Blog – May 2014 Archive (1)

106: CITY OF LIGHT

 

 

I met him for the first time in the early summer of 1963. I was walking, guitar case in hand, to my appointed busking position. I was in no great hurry. Respectable street-musicians don't rush anywhere, especially not on sunny days, and certainly not in Paris.

 

He had a collection of sketches of famous people set out along the wall on the river bank. I remember that day and him very clearly. His big brown…

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