Tonight I saw La Vie En Rose, the movie about Edith Piaf, so in honor of La Mome Piaf, I post of photo of the Eiffel Tower I snapped a couple years ago.
I've always had a strange fixation with her.
She had a bizarre childhood: drunk mother, acrobat father, a bout of blindness. She was raised in a brothel and then in a traveling circus, teenage pregnancy and the death of her infant, was discovered singing on the streets of Paris. Her life marked by too much alcohol, morphine, loves tragically lost, new ones found.
It's weird because that's exactly what my weekend was like, except for the teen pregnancy.
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