This 1930s classic, now recorded in 37 languages, is one of those inimitable chansons about love and kissing that made French singers — from to to — famous the world over.
I'd find some of them asleep in the corridor — they'd passed out before reaching the door.
Gréco was released, alone, a few months later.
One day, among a crowd of skeletal, liberated prisoners, she spotted her sister and mother.
I was hoping we'd chat beneath the lemon trees on her sun terrace, but today the Côte d'Azur is buried in mist and drizzle, which lent the lush landscape a strange melancholy as I ascended the winding roads to Gréco's den in the hills above St Tropez.