But we did go in the end. On this day, I think. A hasty reconciliation, a run to the train to Dover, an ambiguous not quite happy atmosphere. We took the ferry and then onto a coach to Paris. We found a hotel and then we went out to the Champs-Elyseés and so on. It was quite fun. We met up with her French friend, Roman, an archetypal French man, a French gallophile, the timeless spirit of French culture wandering into our strange modern times, like that guy in 'A Matter of Life and Death'.
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