Sunday morning vintage #2… La Bohéme by Aznavour
This is one of the first French artists I started listening to, when we spent our long school holidays at my grandmother’s house in North East France. In his dreamlike nostalgic melody, Aznavour speaks to us of times when artists sold their paintings for a meal, writers and poets would congregate at cafes in Montmartre to discuss life (“refaire le monde” in French) and where romanticism was the food of the Parisian soul.
I love Charles Aznavour and I adore La Bohéme.