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The 29th of May. Today, the two principal characters |
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of this fascinating story are perhaps going to meet each other. |
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It's a beautiful spring day, obviously. |
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There is a student strike, obviously. |
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Mireille has been studying at the Sorbonne for a year. |
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She is doing studies of art history. |
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At this moment, she has just left the Institute of Art and Archeology, |
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and she is resting on a chair in the Luxembourg Garden. |
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Robert has been in Paris since the day before. |
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At this moment, it is ten o'clock in the morning. |
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He is leaving his hotel, and he is going to explore the Latin Quarter. |
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A young man is walking in the Luxembourg Garden. He looks bored. |
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He notices a very pretty red skirt on a green chair. He approaches. |
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The young girl who is wearing the red skirt pretends not to see him. |
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She raises her eyes. They are very blue. |
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Her glance loses itself in the contemplation of the sky, which is very blue also. |
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What beautiful weather. What a sky. Not a cloud. |
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Not a cirrus. Not a nimbus. Not a stratus. Not a cumulus. |
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The weather is really beautiful. Don't you think so. (Don't you find.) |
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A little cool, perhaps. No? |
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Anyway, it's not really cold. No, I'm not saying that. |
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But it's less warm (hot) than yesterday. |
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You come here often? |
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Me, I like the Luxembourg a lot, even when the weather is bad. |
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Even in the winter, under the snow ... |
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in spring, when the chestnut trees are in flower ... |
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in summer, when it's so pleasant, in the shade, near the Medicis fountain ... |
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in autumn, when one gathers up the dead leaves with a shovel. |
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Do you think I'm stupid. (Do you find me stupid)? |
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You aren't talkative. I like that a lot. |
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I don't like girls who talk too much. |
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I'm not bothering you? |
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8. |
You have a very pretty red skirt. |
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Hey! I'm going to tell you where it comes from. |
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I'm never wrong. ... So, these buttons, this pocket ... they (that) comes from Dior. |
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No? So, they come from Lanvin? From Saint-Laurent? From Cardin? |
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From Courrèges? From Givenchy? |
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Prisunic. I always get my clothes (dress myself) at Prisunic. |
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It is ravishing anyway. Euh, permit me to present myself. |
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My name is Jean-Pierre, Jean-Pierre Bourdon. |
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Mireille gets up (raises herself) and leaves. |
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