by Kristen CoConis

While strolling from the Marais to the Louvre one evening thirty years ago,
we happened upon rue St. Denis.

While strolling from the Marais to the Louvre one evening thirty years ago, we happened upon rue St. Denis.

It was incredible.

The street was a phantasmagoria of wonderful women.

They wandered the sidewalks and lounged in cafés,
leaned against walls and posed in doorways.
Virtuous voluptuaries and wanton waifs.
Boas, chiffon, leather and lace.

They wandered the sidewalks and lounged in cafés, leaned against walls and posed in doorways. Virtuous voluptuaries and wanton waifs. Boas, chiffon, leather and lace.

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