And if I would ask for souvenirs from Paris, I would ask Furher for some roasted chestnuts from Pigalle Place, I heard they're the best, but Sussana likes them best in the autumn. I wish I could get the fresh part.
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True story:
When I decided I would go visit Paris, I decided to go from one day to another. Same day in the evening I was seating on a bench with a few pals from neighbordhood, and I told them that I'm going to Paris. One of the pals - Tom - told me that he goes there as well, for training. (!) So when I went there, I was sightseeing from the early morning, then took some sleep, and after the lunch we were going together to hit the town. One late night, we went to check the roasted chestnuts in Pigalle. And in the other country, in the middle of the night, I met another pal - Paul, the one I used to work with. (!) He has some family there, and from that day we were partying alltogether.
Few years later Paul missed the uniform and was working again with us, and later a new girl started to work - Mary. I used to travel with her by bus, or we took the cab together as I know she was living somewhere in my neighbordhood. Again few years later, a group of people from work went to Paris, amongst them Paul and Mary.
Imagine how was I surprised when I realised at that moment that Mary is a Tom's sister (!). And how surprised they were when I told them the story (!).
Somehow I was not able to recognise her earlier (she changed a lot from a kid) and I did not associate the name earlier (quite popular).