Impressions of marauding by Annie Phillipon
PARIS uptown - temperature around zero. Icy wind - Misery - a smile. Whole philosophy.
Our old car heated seems a palace. How can a human being survive in such conditions?
And yet he survives. It is a miracle.
A pair of socks is a mink coat. A bowl of hot soup, a dinner at Maxim's, and a word, a smile, a dance at the Opera. The Opera House, talking about ... Boulevard des Capucines, an old board is a palace for the night. Street is relentless. PARIS by night stranger ....
An ordinary night in short, for Pastor Blanchard. You will not escape unscathed. Thank
JEAN PIERRE of letting me know, with the end of the course the welfare of accomplishment and a feeling of infinite gratitude when you return to your cozy apartment.
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