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During a trip
through France, we drove with an old Saab two-stroke engine to Arcachon, a
holiday paradise nearly Bourdeaux. Shortly before Paris the clutch got out of
order.
We drove the car into a workshop to have it repaired. Meanwhile we stayed at a
little hotel outside from Paris.
We took of corse the opportunity to visite this beautyful town.
Early in the morning after the breakfast in the diningroom
of the hotel, we ride
by Metro into
that worthwhile metropolis.
Here, we
wandered the whole day and was deeply
impressed by seeingall the beauty of that city.
In the evening we decided to go back to the hotel
but we had forgotten the direction to
it.
Fortunately I
found a napkin from our breakfast in my handbag,
on which the name of the hotel was printed.
In this
way,
that eventful trip could be finished happely.
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