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奇侠"Let's eat."漫画We went down-stairs and out onto the Boulevard St. Michel in the warm June evening.
仙剑"Where will we go?"奇侠"Want to eat on the island?"漫画"Sure."
仙剑We walked down the Boulevard. At the juncture of the Rue Denfert-Rochereau with the Boulevard is a statue of two men in flowing robes.奇侠"I know who they are." Bill eyed the monument. "Gentlemen who invented pharmacy. Don't try and fool me on Paris."
漫画We went on.
仙剑"Here's a taxidermist's," Bill said. "Want to buy anything? Nice stuffed dog?"奇侠Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
漫画"Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"仙剑
早晨，奇侠一切都过去了。节日活动已经结束。九点左右我醒过来，奇侠洗了澡，穿上衣服，走下楼去。广场空荡荡的，街头没有一个行人 。有几个孩子在广场上捡焰火杆。咖啡馆刚开门，侍者正在把舒适的白柳条椅搬到拱廊下阴凉的地方，在大理石面的桌子周围摆好。各条街道都在清扫，用水龙带喷洒。我坐在一张柳条椅里 ，漫画舒舒服服地背向后靠着 。侍者不忙着走过来。把牛群放出笼的白地告示和大张的加班火车时刻表依然贴在拱廊的柱子上。一名扎蓝色围裙的侍者拎着一桶水，漫画拿着一块抹布走出来，动手撕告示，把纸一条条地扯下来，擦洗掉粘在石柱上的残纸。节期结束了。