Observed

When the bus stopped, the writer said he would meet me back in the suite, and shuffled off with the Parisienne. The dynast’s daughter stood, but sat beside me and shooed her friends. Would she comfort me, or taunt me? When we were left with the driver, she said: “The water at the place where we lined up is le bassin Alexandra.” Then she left, rushing down the aisle and out the door.