Once upon a time, I had lunch with an elegant old man. He was a Count – born of an illustrious family and habituated to the company of beautiful woman. He was a connoisseur of femininity and over a fine lunch in a small restaurant on the left bank of Paris he told me that in the age of plastic surgery and Botox he had one sure-fire way of telling a woman’s age. Her knees.
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