Hi Bob I tried to reach you but my email didnt get through and was returned. My husband was very ill and died so I didnt try again. I knew Paul in Paris in 1951. He was a conscientious objector and didnt want to be in the korean war. He collected newspapers to raise enough money to eat. We lived in a youth hostel that had been a gestapo headquarters and still had swaztikas on the doors. After lights out we would all gather in the kitchen and listen to Paul playing and singing. Gotta travel on was a real favourite. He would have his arm around me and his guitar would be on my knee as he played it. If he was gay I didnt know it. He took me everywhere in Paris. There were very few cars. We sneaked into the cafeteria at the Sorbonne - we stood at Napoleon's tomb and he knew all about that. He was a wonderful guide and an expert on Paris. He was a sweet, sensitive and very kind young man. I remember us standing inside the bell at Notre dame. They are some of the happiest memories of my life. I am glad you wrote your book. I hope people know what a wonderful man he was. Marg Kennedy