We were taking a walk the other night. We came across the most charming cul-de-sac in all of Paris: Cité de Trévise (cul-de-sac is, it would seem, a French word...literally: arse of a bag; ironically, I think we use it more than the French do). In the middle of this lovely circle of trees was a fountain and the whole cul-de-sac was flooded with the sound of the flowing water.
The trees and the tops of the buildings meant shade everywhere. Xavier, gazing upward, suddenly cried out, "Look babe!" and there at the very top of a building was a motorcycle. A motorcycle out on a fifth floor balcony. N'importe quoi.
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