A man with blue rinsed hair was our leader.
We stopped outside the house where she was born,
the house is still a dwelling and the stone steps to the door
looked well trod. Our leader held up pictures of the lady,
photos I had seen before on YouTube, and told us a fairy tale
about her goodness. For a moment I thought he was
talking about a saint. We retired to a cafe where he sang
“La vie en rose” and forever destroyed the most beautiful