Huuuuge glasses, like beacons in the night.
This lady!
This is the bar where I opened my mouth and a sentence later they were all laughing because 'She talks like an arab!!!' Momma Brenz is proud.
One time, I made lisa take me to montmartre mere hours before my plane took off.
OK, she said, but let me buy your train ticket to the airport first.
I am A Tourist.
OK, says I. Sounds good. I shuffle around in my pockets, thumbing old, used tickets, as Lisa buys the new one.
Hold on to this, she says. Don't drop it.
I take the ticket.
She carte oranges and motions me to follow, as I no longer have a carte orange.
I drop the real ticket and put the used ones back in my pocket.
And we go to montmartre.
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