The afternoon was spent shopping for pony shoes and jeans and involved an alomost surgical use of the metro. Hot sun great shoe saleslady in her own shop clip clopping around on 10:heels and pulling shoe boxes from their piles like opening drawers. Liked her child's teen respect for the older woman.
Then a nighttime metro to Mahi's place for dinner. Played Wii with marvelous kids and felt bad at undeclared vegetarianism, together with my broken french. All happy in the end as now everyone has wii. Mahi and here girls were all so welcoming and so disarmingly interested in Sheila and making connections that I was really touched, It wiill be fun in Dakar and I hope that we can meet up again in Australia.
Late home and the tall scarlet clad black american who was politely cracking on to a trio of three loud black parisiennes....all's well until he has to get off the tram and they start to bag him out saying they would never give him a mobile number and how stupid he looked in his shiny red outfit with a flash over the shoulder bag made from shiny stars and stripes.....bitter laughter and so much so that another black male passenger had to loudly come to his defence and proclaim that he was without famille and meant no harm....whereupon the girls laughed even harder.....the world is filled with the trying...
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