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The chronicle of Touhfat Mouhtare
More than twenty years after my arrival in France, I am still amazed, like a tourist immersed in the heart of the Parisian tribe, by certain discoveries that make up the charm of the traveling life. Among them, the recent invasion of totebags, these fabric bags of which I am an aficionada, and which are gradually replacing leather bags on the shoulders. Even if I sometimes take a discreet look at the texts with which they are adorned, the little sentences allowing us to locate their owner, who displays them with visible pride depending on the content. “I’m fashionable. » « Shakespeare&Company, read in English. » “I read, you read, she reads, we deliver – visit our bookstore. » “It was not the apple that I ate, it was the snake; can we be happy now? » (I “borrowed” this one from a friend).
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