Nevertheless, there it was, land with its noises, its passions,
all its wares and its festivities; it was a dazzling, a magnificent
land full of promises, and from which a mysterious perfume of
musk and roses came drifting out to us, like an amorous whisper,
the myriad music of life.
from Paris Spleen, 1869.
by Peter Laughner, 1975.
available on Take the Guitar Player for a Ride
out of print