It was one of those evenings in March. A few rays of sunshine were already raising hopes of some warmth, but really everything was still as cold and hopeless as it had been throughout the winter.
Anyway, on one of those evenings, René rang my doorbell. He wanted to bring chanson back to the world, he said. Images immediately sprang to mind. I wanted to describe them to him, but he just looked at me with a quiet smile and gave a brief nod.
‘It’s a deal, then,’ I finally said, and went on my way, whistling softly to myself – already sensing the summer to come.
Ladies and gentlemen, René Bérouge!
Anyway, on one of those evenings, René rang my doorbell. He wanted to bring chanson back to the world, he said. Images immediately sprang to mind. I wanted to describe them to him, but he just looked at me with a quiet smile and gave a brief nod.
‘It’s a deal, then,’ I finally said, and went on my way, whistling softly to myself – already sensing the summer to come.
Ladies and gentlemen, René Bérouge!