In Moutiers, on the night of our arrival, we had declared that we might not find a room in Paris for the following Tuesday and Wednesday nights. George, whom we did not know previously, emmediately offered us his apartment on Rue des Bluets. He had to go away until Wednesday night. We were bowled over by his generosity. The apartment was very cold, Paris having had a very cold Easter weekend. I felt I could not impose upon the concierge, five floors below us, to help us turn the heating on. Even when George returned, he did not turn it on either. Wednesday we had breakfast at the Cafe de L'Orloge and went up the hill past a big school(ESCP-EAP was nearby).
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