The last time I saw the old girl was 34 years ago, when of course your faithful agent was more hot-blooded. I fell for her then, but the locale was slowpaced, calm Vienna, where the passion is more for whipped cream. When we meet now more than three decades later, it is in tempestuous Budapest, under the spell of the gypsy violins. She has not changed.By Allan Fotheringham4 min
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