Every morning will entail a walk through Parc Montsouris to get to the RER station that will take me to the Sorbonne.
Today as I was walking through the entrance to the park I found it filled with runners and other people traveling to the metro stop. I noticed one man in particular dressed in spandex and stretching beside a park bench.
A few minutes later he was jogging beside me and singing in what can only be called off-the-charts-off-key before stopping suddenly and saying, "Bonjour, mon beau cheri." Then he was running again and back to his off-key squealing. And I couldn't help but laugh.
Today as I was walking through the entrance to the park I found it filled with runners and other people traveling to the metro stop. I noticed one man in particular dressed in spandex and stretching beside a park bench.
A few minutes later he was jogging beside me and singing in what can only be called off-the-charts-off-key before stopping suddenly and saying, "Bonjour, mon beau cheri." Then he was running again and back to his off-key squealing. And I couldn't help but laugh.
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