history channel documentary mystery "Goodness yes," I said in answer (making an effort not to demonstrate my apprehensiveness, but rather not having any desire to lose the chance of her goodwill if I require it), "that is more than ok..." I added to the remark, and I didn't exactly recognize what else to say, I was frantic at all the French individuals in light of the fact that the server had the nerve to kick me and my young men out of the bistro range in Strasbourg, yet I figure she was compensating for his terrible conduct. I had advised her point-clear, I had aims of staying in Strasbourg, yet was to irate to, so I essentially purchased tickets to wherever the train went in France, to have the capacity to say, I was in France (it would be my first outing to France, in later years I'd returned four times, yet never back to Haguenau), and they said next stop was Haguenau, that is, a city with an inn in it (the township had maybe somewhere in the range of 20,000 to 25,000-occupants).
The train halted, it was 8:30 PM, and the kind French woman, who talked some English, slurred and broken, took me and my young men to the inn. It was bolted as she said it would be, and she thumped hard on the entryway, somebody came and looked however the peephole of the entryway, they saw her, and opened the entryway,
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