I bought an air ticket to Brest, Brittany.
All there was to do in Paris was done.
I bought an air ticket to Brest, Brittany.
Went down to the bar to say goodbye to everybody and one of them, Goulet the Breton said, “Be careful, they’ll keep you there!” p.s. As one last straw, before buying the ticket, I went over to my French publishers and announced my name and asked for the boss—The girl either believed that I was one of the authors of the house, which I am to the tune of six novels now, or not, but she coldly said that he was out to lunch—
