From this angle, I can only see the huge hat, full of butterflies in autumn colors, that fills the window. I open the envelope with a trembling hand and read once more: Rue de Rivoli 7. I convince my emotions to flow together with the Seine that runs to the right. I finally enter. A soft tinkling announces my presence in the place that has begun and is present to me. I trickle to the counter. Two …
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