The driver pulled up in front of a gallery on the Rue de la Paix, where the artist promised to have six copies of my map printed by midi .

To kill time I rode back to Billy’s rue .

“The car’s on the blink,” said my friend in French. “The connecting rod is lâche and some bearings are burned out. Besides, vous would be a rummy to partir on these tires.”

“ Comme beaucoup new ones do je need?”