“les volets qui grincent, d’un chateaux de province…”

The title is taken from François Feldman’s “Les Valses de Vienne”

Now what has become
What has become of the Waltzes of Vienna
And of the squeaky shutters
Of a provincial castle
Today when you dance
Say, what are you thinking?

 

(I’m thinking that that window’s not going to be opening again anytime soon … . But apparently the shutter is sometimes closed and sometimes open? (See the stains…) It’s a little weird, is what I’m thinking!)