Willy, You probably don’t remember this, but as a child I used to wander the halls of Paris Match on certain Thursdays. My mother was working there in the offices on the Rue Pierre Charron, and one time you gave me permission to come into the photography department. In that room, saints stood shoulder-to-shoulder with saints: you, Pedrazzini, Roy, Saulnier, Camus and others. It gave me something to dream about.
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