Paris, early morning, still night; February – an enormous theatre devoid of its main cast. Only the stagehands working in the shadows, setting the scene.
To change topic, I deftly mention the news presenter and say that he has nice hair. ‘Quoi?’ Lucien responds. I later learn that he thought I said the TV presenter had nice horses.
That's not a difficult mistake to make.
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