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And a little farther on the same thing, "Stop here", and again and again until she got all her errands accomplished. She was not going to short circuit what she had to do by going to the book-store. It was the bait and reward for my taxi services. However I was not sophisticated enough to appreciate something like the book-store as any kind of real remuneration.
Tuesday morning and my Newsweek comes on the stands Wednesday. The morning was partly cloudy, mostly sun, blue sky, white clouds. The air was cool and fresh. I smoked my Calabash and drank tea as was my custom. I went into Paris in the morning. I would follow Highway N13, which would take me straight thru the Arch of Triumph and down left to the Opera. I did some shopping on the way then on-to American Express perhaps, I do not know.
The scooter was great for city travel especially in places like Madrid where they would move for me, and you charge down thru the lines of traffic. I would go thru Madrid like there was no traffic at all, where it would take a car probably an hour. I could park between any two cars or on the side-walk.
Traffic circles in Europe were something I was not used to. Out in the middle of nowhere, I would come on a circle with roads branching off three hundred and sixty degrees in all directions, with little white rectangular signs on posts, pointed on one end, with the name of the next-town-only printed on it. I would have to get out the map, and find out what the next town was on my route to wherever I was going.
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