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ue du Faubourg Saint-Honoré, Paris, New Year’s Eve, 1969

Snow in the air, the clatter of shop shutters closing down for the holiday; well-wrapped last-minute shoppers hurrying home with their cagettes of oysters and packets of boudin noir; slightly flushed girls, giggling as they descended the stairs from office parties. All slightly Dickensian. But, for us: DRAMA.