Picture this: I'm in a taxi, driving RIGHT BY the foot of the Eiffel Tower. I am, I should say, smooshed in a taxi driving right by the foot of the Eiffel Tower. In front of me is the driver; beside him is a stick-thin, bleached-blond grandmother that refuses to let the kids call her so, talking a mile a minute about everything and nothing (in the moment I'm recalling, I believe it was to the taxi driver concerning the safety laws and regulations of driving small children in taxis. She wasn't fretting, just discussing casually, to have something to chat about more than anything I think.) To the far right of me there's two toddlers strapped together with the same seatbelt, one contentedly sucking a bottle of water, the other shouting monosyllabic toddler-speak: "choo-choo lolo!
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