Dinner with Chavela
I met Chavela in Mexico City, when we were both guests at an intimate dinner party. She told me a story that I found very funny and typical of her.
The story she told me goes like this: "When I went to France very early in my career, I did not have a good time. I was dressed in my folkloric Mexican style, my hair on a braid, rebozo, huaraches, all the way. They did not understand me and did not treat me well. My revenge was that when they took me to see the Tour Eiffel I covered my eyes and did not look at it, and there you have it."