This is not a chronicle of an easy life; yet, in Aznavour’s own spirit, may this slender book carry the lightness of a gentle breeze. Across these stories, his temperament emerges—rooted in happiness and unadorned joy.

These wanderings—prose interleaved with verse—return him to the intimate milieu that shaped the artist. Recounting his life is never simple: time and again he weighs candor against discretion, the said against the unsaid.

A rare dialogue with the reader, the book finds the artist speaking of misfortune and success, of fortunate encounters. Devoted to life, he revisits long-forgotten loves and memories with clear-eyed tenderness.