Tag: attending
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Attendre
He drove an old silver Renault – dented and corroded in places, and it clearly hadn’t been washed in a while. Barely room enough for two, it resembled, as my sons like to say, a clown car. He slowed and rolled down the window to get my attention. “Madame? Vous êtes très sympathique…” he paused, …
40 Weeks in France 