I became bored with Allan after he proposed and escaped his advances by traveling alone to Rio. I checked into the Copa Cabana Palace. Few people spoke English. After several lonely days, I met a woman named Millet in the pool area. She was dressed like a hippie and conversed in a heavy British accent. I invited Millet to stay in my room because she was having trouble getting money transferred from England. She knew the Parisian fashion designers and models staying in our hotel, and I ended up as part of their entourage.

When Millet left Rio, she told me to look her up if I ever went to Europe. It happened that the designers and models were leaving for Paris on their chartered flight at the same time I was returning to the United States. While waiting for our flights to leave, one of the designers suggested I come with them to Paris. I said I would if my baggage could be transferred to the plane, and it was.

My life zigzagged continually. One week I was on a yacht with the famous designers and Lady Millet; the yacht had once belonged to the Kennedys and was docked in San Trope. The next week, I traveled with hippies in an old rickety van to Florence, Italy.


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