"Jean-François drove a rusted green Citroën and he insisted I sit in the front, since I was the guest. He brought us down the Champs Elysées and when we passed the Eiffel Tower, it was dark and shadowy, its outline twinkling with little lights. Jean-François kept taking detours through the narrowest streets or slowing down to point out different landmarks, some touristy, like the Notre Dame Cathedral, some important only to him (his dentist) while other cars honked their horns behind us. If it hadn’t been for Hélène’s hovering cigarette smoke, I would’ve forgotten she was with us in the back seat."
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