Al Capone and the French Girl (3)
20 juillet 2015
There is something disturbing and almost hypocritical about starting a new life. Once just another Parisian woman lost in the masses, living in a modest studio, I had now become Chicago’s little French girl, object of curiosity. And there is an upside to piquing people’s curiosity: no longer surrounded by my circle of friends, I … Lire la suite Al Capone and the French Girl (3)