I’m back in my favorite neighborhood in Paris, after a grueling flight, wrong metro turns and no sleep.  And yet.  Visiting friends in the 16e I met the downstairs neighbor, a Madam Paturel, who, like most French women, just happens to have a great American jukebox in her apartment.  Here she is, charming, jukebox and all.

Upstairs the ARC was offered a donation of French 45s.  Many nice things here, and one gem, this wig-wearing Brigitte Bardot single, recently selling for $150+

Tommorow: lonely Santa photos de Paris…