Taken in 1948 by a certain Mr Kessel. I love me some Paris in the snow!
PS: I have been sick as a dog for the last few days. And you know what? My father, the subject of my last post, just got over a similar nasty bug that robbed him of his voice. I know I said I missed him, but not to the point of being empathetically sick at the same time! Darn it.
PPS: I also have no voice. I have a faint cackle. Sounds great.
PPPS: Mr Kessel’s image, via Frogsmoke.