I posted something lighter-hearted earlier today; now that seems inappropriate. Maybe it will come back on a better day.
Tonight there can only be Piaf, the Little Sparrow and her "Hymne à l'amour." I have to believe, no matter how the awful the moment may be, love will win. It seems a fine and correct coincidence that the film this is from is called Paris Still Sings.
Maybe not tonight, but it will again, and soon. Love wins.