She had been an extremely beautiful woman in her youth, but lupus had left scars on her face. And I remember distinctly him fawning over my mother, and this was surprising to me. I realise now it’s a fancy grilled cheese sandwich. “It was the first time I ever had a croque monsieur, and he was explaining what it was. “So we went to a little outdoor bistro in the Place de la Madeleine, around the corner from the agency,” says Walsh, speaking on the phone from her home in Los Angeles. Letters and phone calls had been exchanged, and Walsh was invited to Paris.Īt the agency’s offices, Walsh and her mother, Ellen, were introduced to the charismatic 30-year-old boss, Gérald Marie. She was also an aspiring model whose blond, blue-eyed, girl-next-door look had already got her noticed at a local hairdressing event, a couple of stylists from a Paris salon had offered to send her headshots to a leading model agency, Paris Planning.
Walsh was 17, a straight-A student who excelled at maths. I n the spring of 1980, Wendy Walsh and her mother flew to Paris from their home in a suburb of Toronto, Canada.
