The heart in every season Back in the day in Montmartre, the Montmartre of Bruant, Canetti and Patachou, among other small trades that no longer exist, among the blacksmiths, street singers and other tradesmen, there were pleasant and rather strong ladies known as...
Happiness is in giving « Le bonheur est dans le pré » (Happiness is in the meadow) wrote very beautifully the prince of poets, Paul Fort, and our great Georges Brassens set some of his most beautiful verses to music. And I hear “Happiness is in giving”. The creators...
Fragile and united A creator’s career often promises the moon but is rarely surrounded by a sea of tranquillity. Is it because we are so flimsy that our destinies should be so united? The driving force behind authors and composers is often individualism, but I don’t...
The heart has no season This May, we are celebrating the first anniversary of our website. Our communications have had a major makeover. It’s springier and more playful now, and while we support causes that are often sensitive or even painful, I believe it’s important...
