Nothing particularly of note happened that day, except for when I fell up the stairs at a movie theatre, and later face first onto the floor of a bar.
"Maybe your falling is like the expiation for us having a really good time," Bonne mused.I huffed as I reached for the bottle of wine. "It doesn't seem very fair. Where's your part of the expiation?"
Whatever it was, we didn't find out that night, but we still had a jolly good time gallavanting around St. Germain. At one point we stood outside a hotel with a crowd of people waiting for Madonna, but she never showed.
Before we knew it it was 5:30 AM again, and the light was rising as we crawled into our beds for a last brief sleep in the grandmother's apartment. We were off to Brussels the next day.
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