Peter Wald, a great virtuoso of this form of rhythmic epilepsy called the Charleston.
The Charleston had just been born. Everyone, old and young, big and small, devoted themselves to it with infectious frenzy.
Don Mucio thought he was dreaming. Here he is in a Rolls-Royce, while his ambition, in his most frenzied crises, had never gone beyond a Citroën.
The automatic staircase at the Gare du Quai d'Orsay was the first serious obstacle encountered by Don Mucio and Emma on their arrival in Paris.
El Patio, a nightspot in Montmartre where devotees of Spanish art could savor French champagne at American prices.
El Patio continued to be the fashionable cabaret. Under the aegis of a Spaniard from Marseille, African-American musicians maintained a remarkably Spanish atmosphere in the room.
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