Even from a distance, knowing nothing about her, she struck me as, how to put it, pleasantly a little crazy. Hair: short, messy, as if an egg with green paint had been smashed over it. Face: large, not beautiful, but not ugly either. Clothes: worn-out Pippi Longstocking. My dog, of course, didn’t pass her by and wentContinue reading “Pippi”
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Pierre
“Shall we?” Pierre gestured towards the entrance of Saint-Sulpice.Inside, he pointed to the first side-chapel on the right, and we sat before the mural of Jacob Wrestling with the Angel.“What do you think?” I asked.“Jacob will lose. He always does,” he said, then added, “Are you hungry?”“No, I’m fine, but I’ll follow you.”We found aContinue reading “Pierre”
