Category Archives: PARIS

DONT FEED THE BEARS by Peter Nolan Smith

My second youngest sister has frequently called me a liar. In some ways Pam hasn’t been not wrong, for my remembrance of the past differs from the collective memories of family and friends. Several years ago I headed up to Maine for my younger sister’s birthday. Watchic Pond was a short distance outside of Portland. […]

CASSE-TOI BRIGITTE by Peter Nolan Smith

Working at a nightclubs I met a lot of people; famous, infamous, and nobodies. Sometimes I had no idea who was who. One night at Hurrah I stopped a skinny bearded man from entering the club for free. His massive bodyguard steered me right. “It’s Mick Jagger.” “That’s him.” The rock star was with a […]

THE ONLY YEH YEH GIRL By Peter Nolan Smith

The stars of the 1960s were transported by TV and radio to my three red-light suburb south of Boston. The teenagers of the 50s worshipped Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Buddy Holly as dead gods, but my generation’s focus was dedicated to the living. Bob Dylan’s BLOWING IN THE WIND knocked Elvis off his throne […]

Bastille Day 1789

2 July 1789 The Bastille – Paris A prisoner cried from his window 2 July 1789 The Bastille – Paris A prisoner cried from his window. “Ils tuent les prisonniers.” The guards subdued the inmate and the incarcerated Marquis de Sade was transferred to the insane asylum at Charenton. His words were a spark for […]

Faster Than Hell

Back in 1984 a Paris friend bought a fiendishly fast KZ 1100 cc bike. One evening we were sitting at le Savanne, an African transvestite after-hour bar in Les Halles, Francois dangled the keys in front of my face, “How you like to take the monster for a ride?” I had a Vespa. Its top […]