Jefferson Woodbridge had arrived in Paris at the age of 20 convinced he was going to become a celebrated American novelist. A few decades later, he has lost his illusions and is low on the totem pole in the world of publishing, which appreciates his skills as a ghost writer and translator. When Dr. Moreno informs him that will be blind in six months’ time, he accepts the verdict almost with relief, And so I will never have time to be bored again, he thinks, as he decides to end his life in Buenos Aires. His approaching death brings back memories of Magdalena, the first – and maybe the only – woman who ever really mattered to him. A radiant, unpredictable and elusive young woman whose appearance one Saturday evening at the Mairie de Montreuil metro station had dazzled him. As if in a dream, he remembers how he and Magda had lived a free-spirited life together in Paris in the 60s. Then one day she was gone. They ran into each other and drifted apart several times, until Fall, 1972, when they met up one last time before the young woman committed suicide in an anonymous hotel room on the Mediterranean. Jefferson finds himself getting entangled once again in the traumatic event he thought he had buried forever… in the same way that Magdalena had got entangled in the damning revelations about her father, a Nazi officer on the Eastern front during the war.

Paris casts its charming spell over this tale of hippies in the City of Lights in the 60s.  The creative effervescence of individuals that believe in their ability to change society and the world.