"And then as the knives and forks began to clank softly above the white tablecloths, the violins would rise alone, now suddenly mature although tentati...
...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the ...
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
...."the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars o...
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