“Id like to give you a going away present. You may
not like it, but I dont care. Its just this: you’re never gonna
forget me. You’re gonna walk down the street of wherever you happen
to be, you’re gonna see me, even when you know I’m not there. And
nobody is ever gonna be as right for you as I was for twelve days
in Paris in the autumn, cause that was your gift to me.”
— Paris Blues
