I have lovely memories of Edith Piaf wanna bees...we were on a quest through the student....
quarter in Paris (Cous-cous) (about 28 years ago)and we could hear singing around one of the corners. Lots of students were making their way in that direction so we followed and came upon a waif-like lass, standing on a box in front of builder's boarding. She was draped in a black shawl and had no music accompianment and that wee lass' voice belted out the most incrediable songs. It gives me goose bumps just remembering. We stood there with the crowd for ages while she did her busking (then hunger got the better of us.)
Oh, Gay Paris and being young and feeling sooooo alive.
Some years later (19 or so)we were here in the Caribbean having dinner at a French restuarant over the water when a small, older lady got up from one of the tables and took the microphone. She sang all the Edith Piaf songs, again making us go goose-bumpy.
A warm evening at an outdoor restaurant listening to the singer's voice drifting across the water...sublime.
We were lucky as she returned for a number of years after that and sang every visit.
It could have been the same singer, they were the same size!!!!! we often have wondered.
