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We stopped for a short while at Orleans, after passing through Paris in the early hours by coach. Miriam lifted her head from my lap and looked out of the window: where are we? She said. Orleans, I said. I feel a drag, I must have gone off into a deep sleep, she said. You did, I said, I dozed off, but you were well away. O Benny you should have woken me, it must have been uncomfortable for you with me sleeping on you. The music on the coach was some Mozart piece; others moved about around us. Just for an hour, then we must move on, the driver said. Let's go find a cafe and have a coffee and croissants, she said. So we did (after she had brushed her red haired head). We found a cafe and ordered and sat down by a window; others were there already. What do you think of it so far? I said. It's good, but I am so tired, she said, I could sleep for a week. Well it would save you on food money, but a bit boring for me, I said. She smiled; I guess so, she said. We drank our coffees and ate our croissants, and went out to look around and have a smoke. We sat on a bench for a few minutes before returning to the coach. She kissed me and I kissed her. Best get back, she said, taking my hand; I felt a tingle go through me stirring my fellow. So we went back to the coach, and sat in our seat, and the coach started up, and moved away. It was good start of a new day.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
A NEW DAY 1970.
We stopped for a short while at Orleans, after passing through Paris in the early hours by coach. Miriam lifted her head from my lap and looked out of the window: where are we? She said. Orleans, I said. I feel a drag, I must have gone off into a deep sleep, she said. You did, I said, I dozed off, but you were well away. O Benny you should have woken me, it must have been uncomfortable for you with me sleeping on you. The music on the coach was some Mozart piece; others moved about around us. Just for an hour, then we must move on, the driver said. Let's go find a cafe and have a coffee and croissants, she said. So we did (after she had brushed her red haired head). We found a cafe and ordered and sat down by a window; others were there already. What do you think of it so far? I said. It's good, but I am so tired, she said, I could sleep for a week. Well it would save you on food money, but a bit boring for me, I said. She smiled; I guess so, she said. We drank our coffees and ate our croissants, and went out to look around and have a smoke. We sat on a bench for a few minutes before returning to the coach. She kissed me and I kissed her. Best get back, she said, taking my hand; I felt a tingle go through me stirring my fellow. So we went back to the coach, and sat in our seat, and the coach started up, and moved away. It was good start of a new day.
A BOY AND GIRL ARRIVE AT ORLEANS IN FRANCE IN 1970
TerryCollett
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
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