She plants her translucent blue gaze in the eyes of her interlocutor.
A laser gaze.
Determined.
Very determined...
Line Renaud receives us in her offices, in the 16th arrondissement of Paris.
Bright, always flirtatious, with her fuchsia pink jacket with sleeves trimmed with feathers of the same color.
Behind her, in a small library, are arranged the books she has written.
Particularly the most recent,
Merci la vie!
(Robert Laffont), who should be the last.
Normally... because even if she has slowed down since her stroke five years ago, Line Renaud is one of those people for whom activity and projects are a driving force.
Always a way to power the machine.
To move forward.
With a vitality and enthusiasm that command respect.
As well as this desire, at 95, to still enjoy life to the fullest (Thierry Le Luron made fun of her age with ferocity even though at the time, she was only 50).
With a glass of champagne preferably…
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Because…
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