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THE SEASON FOR GIVING by Peter Nolan Smith

Early on the morning of December 24, 1985 Vonelli, Lizzie and I entered the Gard Du Nord. We walked down the platform to our train. Our breath hung in the frosty winter air. Lizzie exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. The singer loved her Gaulloises. “So tell me again why we are going le Ile […]

You Can’t Put Your Arm Around A Memory

In May 1984 I ran into Johnny Thunders in Paris. He was playing at the Gibus club outside Republique. His manager was a German drug dealer. I owed Chris $200 for an 8-ball I had bought in 1982. It hadn’t been half-bad. “You have to pay me.” The German thought he was a tough guy. […]

A Last Night At the Royal Lieu

Paris was a beautiful city in 1985. I worked the door at several nightclubs around the city. My bosses were Albert and Serge. We also had a club in London, the Cafe de Paris, and another in Nice, Le Nautique. Jacques was my partner at the door. The ex-con was a soothing balm to my […]

Fifi The Rasta

Back in the 1980s I loved Paris in the summertime, especially during ‘le Grand Depart’, France’s traditional month-long vacation slot. A large percentage of Parisian disappear from the City of Light. The traffic or ‘circulation’ lessen and the skies clear of pollution. Of course hundreds of thousands of tourists congregate in the popular quartiers to […]

In Heaven Above

Back in Paris during the 80s some of my friends were involved in fashion. World-class Claude Montana and Azzedine Alaia invited me to the their pret-de-porter shows and I was lucky enough to have known the most beautiful women in the world. Few were more exotic than Marpessa. Half-Dutch and half-Surinam, her beauty was frightening, […]