As he neared his hotel, Miller was stopped in his tracks by the visage of Olga Chekhova staring out from a large theater poster a workman was busy plastering above the Cinéma de Vanves. The movie star’s languid eyes locked with Miller’s. “I’d like to see that film,” Miller called up to the man who smiled down warmly from the top of his ladder, “but I don’t have a cent in my pocket.”
