I'm still in this town called "Villeneuve l'Archeveque" like I said life was good and carefree, going to kindergarden when I felt like it, waiting for girls coming out to attack them with our rulers in this narrow street joining two wider one.

The house where we lived was somehow haunted, I remember seing a ghost going down the stairs , I swear, no sound, just a cold white shape passing by...brrrr...

My father(who played the sax and the clarinet) used the living room to practice with his Jazz band for the next show in the local night club ( which was in the next big town, "Sens")They seemed to have fun.

I remember going to the ball one evening with my mother, my father's band was performing and he seemed to enjoy playing in front of the crowd, clowning around with his instrument making them laugh at the same time .

My mother took me few other times to see my father playing, what I found out later is that she was keeping an eye on him. With good reasons, as I think she caught him in few occasions with another women. "Musicians!"???