This morning I watched on TV the ceremony for the three people who were assassinated a few days ago in Nice by a religious extremist. After classical pieces, I was surprised to hear the choir sing a song in English, but it's become a kind of symbol of resilience and optimism after a very dark period.
Tonight I was browsing though the messages here, the TV was on in the other room, and I heard crowds cheering and overseas correspondents interviewing people, cheering, laughing. The song came back to my mind...
One of my new guitars has a rather hard neck, to play with jazz chords. The other one (the Ibanez) I have lent to my son who came for a couple of weeks is much better for finger-picking.
Strumming the chords, we call it "le trousseau de clefs", ("bunch of keys", or soùmething), fun to play when someone sings a tune from the forties :