Being born in Arles, a city with 4600 years history behind it, makes you different; your roots are quite strong if they starts right up with the beginning of civilization. I was born August 14, 1934, in the middle of summer in the afternoon at five, always my favorite hour to take photographs. My parents separated when I was six, and Worls War II began.
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