Île Saint-Louis

Where was it, Jacques?

It belongs to an Englishman you don't know on the Ile Saint-Louis.

What happened yesterday evening? Nothing in particular.

What did you talk about?

Where did you and Paulette have dinner yesterday? In a restaurant in the Palais Royal.

You can verify that we had a table on the mezzanine.

Afterwards, you went to the apartment on the Ile Saint-Louis? Yes.

You drove Paulette home? No.

No, in the fourth, I did notice there was one store that had a broken window quite a ways down from us and there was some garbage in the street, but nothing going on really here.

I will say that on my way back from the fifth, I walked through a bunch of students on the bridge over to Ile Saint-Louis, but they were peaceful and they were walking around.

Shortly after I passed them, a phalanx of motorcycle cops came roaring up, did a U-turn and went roaring off in the other direction.

And then as I got home, there were protesters marching down my street, but they were not violent and they were not stopping.

Where was it, Jacques?

It belongs to an Englishman you don't know on the Île Saint-Louis.

And what happened yesterday evening?

Nothing in particular.

You can verify that.

We had a table on the mezzanine.

Afterwards, you went to the apartment on the Île Saint-Louis?

Yes.

They had not gone ten steps, which had taken them a quarter of an hour to accomplish, before they were surprised by a violent downpour.

Colleen and Rodolphe lived at opposite ends of Paris, one on the East Saint-Louis and the other at Montmartre.

Chonard, who had wholly forgotten that he was without a residence, offered them hospitality.

Come to my place, said he.