By pure chance a photoalbum reappeared with photos taken in September 1966, when Joost (then my best friend, still my best friend) and me went for a hippy vacation to Paris. Transportation: our thumbs. Backpacking, sleeping under the bridges of Paris with the clochards. We met some other people there, an American, Bruce (from Chicago?), playing blues and Bob Dylan songs on guitar, another Dutchman, Rolf, some French guys (I remember Jean-Jacques) and a German whose name I've forgotten.
One night three French girls were curious. Yolande (she took all photos), Colette and ... Joost fell in love with Yolande, a relation that lasted for over a year, I fell in love with ... (sorry I've forgotten your name :-(), a relation that lasted as long as Paris ...
We were walking the whole day through Paris, drinking cheap wine and singing together with Bruce. He collected a lot of money this way!
Where are you, Colette, Yolande, Bruce, Rolf, Jean-Jacques?

thumbs. Backpacking, sleeping under the bridges of Paris with the clochards. We met some other people there, an American, Bruce (from Chicago?), playing blues and Bob Dylan songs on guitar, another Dutchman, Rolf, some French guys (I remember Jean-Jacques) and a German whose name I've forgotten.
One night three French girls were curious. Yolande (she took all photos), Colette and ... Joost fell in love with Yolande, a relation that lasted for over a year, I fell in love with ... (sorry I've forgotten your name :-(), a relation that lasted as long as Paris ...
We were walking the whole day through Paris, drinking cheap wine and singing together with Bruce. He collected a lot of money this way!
Where are you, Colette, Yolande, Bruce, Rolf, Jean-Jacques?