The alibi: When I was in Paris, Boul’Mich. Do you need an alibi if you are arrested for murder somewhere? Well, you could always say you were in Paris. On Boulevard Saint-Michel, specifically, and in 1904 to be even more precise. It has to be said in the most natural tone, of course. Nothing pretentious. Continue reading “The alibi: When I was in Paris, Boul’Mich”