Daylight. The cold sky burdened with a beautiful whiteness. A stone village, a thousand leagues from anything, forsaken amidst the winds. The church-bell, at the time when the day fades away, jolts the frosted souls. The cabby says, “There’s only one reason to come all this way, and that’s to see Juliette Gréco.” She’s 86 years old, with just as many lives behind her. She says, “I’m really pushing it as far as life is concerned.” A conversation