When I think back abort what it was like in Paris, I hale two Picture springing up in my head: the Eiffle Tower and accordion music, so characteristic of this city.  Those two elements combined create this romantic atmosphere.

Edith Piaf was surely the greatest ambassador of Paris music. Being a huge fan of her music, Piaf’s tombstone was a place I was determined to visit when in Paris.

Piaf’s childhood and youth were spent on the streets. Abandoned by her mother, she was brought up by her grandfather and alcoholic father. When Edith turned 15, she took up street-singing. She was discovered in 1935, and started acting in the cabaret Le Gerny's in Champs-Élysées, under the stagename la Môme Piaf (a little sparrow). Later the pseudonym found its way into a much wider audience of millions of admirers of her talent.

She was famous for incredible expression and dramatic character of the songs, written especially for her. Her tiny posture clashed with her hoarse and low voice, and this fact fascinated audiences, especially in Olimpia in Paris, with which she was cooperating for years.

Fortunately I had the map of Per Lachaise cemetery as it would have been impossible to find her grave otherwise.

I was really happy with the „meeting” with this incredible artist.

On leaving Paris, in my head I had the words of her one of the most recognized musical numbers, one of my favorite by the way, Non, je ne regrette rien – No regrets!