En this early summer, the little path that leads to Anny Duperey does not smell of hazelnut, but of jasmine. A cobbled alley glistening from a recent downpour, closed with bamboo fences behind which the villas of bohemian Montparnasse are hidden. Once we have pushed the gate open, the house we enter is like its owner: sunny, like a good-natured slap in the face. Anny Duperey has lived there for a good four decades and shares her time with Creuse, from where a friend and local elected official must arrive a few hours later to accompany her to Michou’s.
This is his call of June 18. Every year, the “godmother of cabaret” makes it a point of honor to go to this birthday evening, transformed into a tribute since the death of the famous man with the blue glasses. As expected, the actress, who is celebrating her sixty-year career, welcomes us to her balcony: “Come in and take a seat!” I only have five minutes, I have to dry my hair! » And straight away, we feel good.
Bébert, the redhead cat, sizes us up
It’s because the place pampers you. A little paradise of greenery, light and color. Camouflaged on a raspberry sofa accented with madras cushions, Bébert, a 19-year-old redhead cat, sizes us up with his head down, looking not really serene despite his shy purring. On the walls, Art Nouveau sconces and the paintings of the woman who began her journey as an acrobat at the Beaux-Arts in Rouen. If there were not sometimes […] Read more
