Down and out in Paris
May 25th 2015 The Rue de Ecouffes, Paris, nine in the morning. A sucession of furious, choking yells from the street. Madame Monce, who keeps the little hotel opposite ours, has come out onto the pavement to address a lodger on the third floor. Her bare feet stuck into sabots and her grey hair streaming down.
Ok, I might have bought a book today and that paragraph might be inspired/plagarised from the openin
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