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...second null to make room for frantic conflicting accounts of the Bardot issue: 'Blue eyes and black hair" (Le Figaro). 'blue eyes and brown hair" (Paris-Presse), 'brown hair and yellow eyes" (Brigitte's secretary). Afterward, as the spent corps converged on the Royal Passy Café near Brigitte's home, where Papa Charrier was serving champagne, two newsmen collapsed from exhaustion and someone poured beer over their heads. With cruel disregard for the photographers who had camped on her doorstep so long, Brigitte waited two days and then handed out four pictures of herself...
...Dominique Vivant Denon. about a well-to-do young wife (Jeanne Moreau) in a small provincial town. Her publisher husband (Alain Cuny) spends most of his time putting the paper to bed. So the wife visits friends in Paris, drifts into a well-why-not affair with a cafè-society type (José-Luis de Villalonga). Suspicious, the husband invites the lover home one weekend and plays a sneaky, overcivilized game of cat and mouse with the guilty pair...
MEMOIRS OF A DUTIFUL DAUGHTER, by Simone de Beauvoir. France's existentialist termagant. Jean Paul Sartre's first lady of the Left Bank cafés, is at least as candid as she is philosophically stubborn. Her memoirs of girlhood owe most of their charm to the surprising fact that her origins were Catholic, her upbringing puritan. She describes all this with considerable grace, ends with a conversion to Sartre's atheism which seems from her own testimony to be just another straitjacket, but one she can wear with arrogance...
...discovered that her name was Angela Mondini and that she too lived in Cremona, across the Po River from his café. Plunging wholeheartedly into the timeless rituals of Lombard courtship, Francesco promenaded beneath her window, cultivated her friends and relatives, encountered her "by chance" when she went strolling. Angela played her part by being good, like a signorina should. When they met, she would say politely, "Buon-giorno, Signor Ghizzoni" and coolly ignore his urgings to "call me Francesco." He asked for a date, and Angela refused. He sent her gifts. Angela returned them...
...years, Francesco appeared nightly under her window, plaintively calling her name. He spent daylight hours in a nearby café, waiting for a glimpse of her. He followed her to the movies and sat behind her. His friends became worried that desperate Francesco might do something foolish, and begged Angela to accept him. "I'll marry whom I like," she said...