Cleaning out my closet

Or rather, garage, of stuff that hasn't seen the light of day for nearly thirty years.
Here's my last school magazine, a favourite childhood poetry book, and a photo of students who attended the month-long summer school at the University of Caen in Normandy in July 1967. I'm in it, sporting thicker hair and a thinner body than today's.
How has life treated them, the poets and reporters of the magazine, the students of French from all over the world who enjoyed life in France for a while in the summer of love ? I'll never know, but what a great time it was to be young.