Photography lovers have fond memories of Yvette Troispoux, a small and bubbly woman with a sparkle in her eye and a Leica around her neck, snapping pictures of her photographer friends at gallery openings. She drew immediate sympathy with the way she dressed, and we were flattered that she took our picture. She always seemed to find a way onto the guest lists of the dinners organized in honor of the exhibiting artists. She had no real family, and we became her substitute family.
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