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 | | I raise my light yellow Panama (four francs at the market in Brussels, the year before last), and the lady nods and smiles, and her spouse, behind her, returns my greeting by raising his own light-grey velour (fifty francs at Putor’s in Paris, two months ago). |
 | | Where, on a narrow old-town street (for Heaven’s sake, am I simply making all this up?), in an old, proud, mildly pretentious building belonging to a lawyer (no, I am not making this up, so help me God), I was born, eighty-nine years before my own birth. |
 | | And as I roamed round that city, I feasted my eyes — even before I was old enough to go to the lycée — on the ships, faces, languages and flags gathered at the piers of the harbour. |
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