5:00 p.m.I walked from the Eiffel Tower to St. Michel (a long way) and got on a subway there to come home and pee because I could find no public toilettes. I considered several times stopping at a cafe for thé and a crepe (and to pee) but I couldn't find any place I wanted to stop in.
I got a cheap (€2,50) souvenir from a pickpocket. I was walking along the Seine and as I took the stairs up to the road a young woman was calling after me, telling me I dropped something. It was a man's ring.
"Is it gold?" she asked, all agog.
"I don't know. I think so. It's not mine," I said and gave it back.
She put it on each of her fingers. "Too big."
"Try your thumb!" I said.
It didn't work. She handed it to me. "For you," she said. "It's your lucky day."
So I was a little gullible, but not stupid. I turned to leave, she came running after me asking if I had some money so she could get a sandwich. I fished a euro out of my pocket. She asked for €5.
"A sandwich costs €5."
I fished out more, but she asked again. I gave her all of my change (€2,60) and she asked again. For some reason, I was wise enough not to take out my wallet, with my last 50 in it. I said, "I'm sorry," and walked on, twirling the ring on my finger.
A short while later, I saw an older couple sitting on a park bench; a young man walking past bent over in front of them, picked up a gold ring and said to the couple, "Ooh, did you drop this?" The old man on the bench said, "No chance!" He and the woman laughed.
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Mme. Rey continues to amaze and mystify. Every time I go into the apartment she remembers to tell me another thing I did improperly or she forgot previously. Today's episode: "I must tell you to leave the paper in the toilette long. You always make it too short. Like on Saturday, you left it so short I was obligated to open the box to pull it out." She went on to repeat this in slightly different ways three times or more. "Leave the toilet paper long" has become my mantra for my stay with Mme. Rey.
I got a cheap (€2,50) souvenir from a pickpocket. I was walking along the Seine and as I took the stairs up to the road a young woman was calling after me, telling me I dropped something. It was a man's ring.
"Is it gold?" she asked, all agog.
"I don't know. I think so. It's not mine," I said and gave it back.
She put it on each of her fingers. "Too big."
"Try your thumb!" I said.
It didn't work. She handed it to me. "For you," she said. "It's your lucky day."
So I was a little gullible, but not stupid. I turned to leave, she came running after me asking if I had some money so she could get a sandwich. I fished a euro out of my pocket. She asked for €5.
"A sandwich costs €5."
I fished out more, but she asked again. I gave her all of my change (€2,60) and she asked again. For some reason, I was wise enough not to take out my wallet, with my last 50 in it. I said, "I'm sorry," and walked on, twirling the ring on my finger.
A short while later, I saw an older couple sitting on a park bench; a young man walking past bent over in front of them, picked up a gold ring and said to the couple, "Ooh, did you drop this?" The old man on the bench said, "No chance!" He and the woman laughed.
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Mme. Rey continues to amaze and mystify. Every time I go into the apartment she remembers to tell me another thing I did improperly or she forgot previously. Today's episode: "I must tell you to leave the paper in the toilette long. You always make it too short. Like on Saturday, you left it so short I was obligated to open the box to pull it out." She went on to repeat this in slightly different ways three times or more. "Leave the toilet paper long" has become my mantra for my stay with Mme. Rey.
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