A fellow passenger on the Spanish bus, one
Bertrand from Montpellier had suggested
that I could stay at his place, when his
hip would be operated on, if I occasionally
visited him in hospital. His hip was worn
out working at a road construction company.
Working with jackhammers, asphalt saws,
those things. Except Agnès of course, Jules,
Yvette and even Laurent wanted to come along.
But this time by train and no saxophone. So
Jules and Laurent decided to go hitchhiking.
There I was with Agnès and Yvette at the
Gare de Lyon. Yvette quite another character
than Agnès. Self-confident, feminist ... and
freelance reporter for La Parisienne. Turned
out that I had misunderstood Bertrand. Not
his place, but a room with his parents. In
a small apartment house dwelt the father
and mother of Bertrand and a sister with
her husband and children. I suggested
we took a hotel room, but the family
insisted we stayed there. I said that two
more friends were coming. No problem.
