Gréco's look and intense gaze would soon be immortalised by the giants of photography: , Henri Cartier-Bresson and all shot Gréco.
Wearing just the blue cotton dress she'd had on when she was arrested, and with no home to return to, she stepped out of the notorious Fresnes prison into one of the coldest winters on record — and walked the eight miles back into town.
Despite her astonishing, deep voice, she is prone to giggling like a teenager.
It certainly captures Brel's dark inner world.
Gréco was released, alone, a few months later.
Hollywood was definitely not for me.