Violets, Sweet Violets

Presenting Orson Well as the Third Man, the lives of Harry Lime, the fabulous stories of the immortal character originally created in the motion picture, The Third Man, with the Zither music by Anton Cara. You know, I've always believed in saying it with flowers.

It's a nice, expensive language. In my experience, an orchid unlocks more doors than a skeleton key, besides you can say, and mean so many things with a bunch of flowers. One of the old saying, all kids for riches, roses for passion, or the lilies for curdings, or of course for me, some flowers have a different meaning, roses, red roses,

for my knee of an ash blonde with great lean eyes. That's another story. I am the third man in violet, sweet violet. Is passing strange to the city like Marseille,

about as wicked as they come, should be so blue in with churches and pathedrals? Or is it strange? In this nearly another example of irony, you know, the double face of life comedy and tragedy and you see what I mean. I was thinking about this as I made my way to the old town right

here after landing at the port. I considered the ancient church of San Victor as a case in point. It's by amok the center of Olmasy. It's founded in the 13th century and once attached to an early 4th century Abbey. It's in Lazarus once languished in its catacombs.

And tourists can still see the black image of the Virgin attributed to St. Luke. But I'm not a tourist. I was about to pass the crumbling fortress-like church when a ruin of another sort animated itself and called toward me.