80 Avenue du Parc bus, Southbound
Caucasian female, late 20S, with wavy brown hair, wearing fishnets, rust-coloured corduroy miniskirt, tall purple boots with pink buttons, red jacket with furred hood, and long, patterned, grey scarf.
Tender is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald (Scribner)
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It was almost two when they went into the dining-room. Back and forth over the deserted tables a heavy pattern of beams and shadows swayed with the motion of the pines outside. Two waiters, piling plates and talking loud Italian fell silent when they came in and brought them a tired version of the table d’hôte luncheon.
Very dark. Bluish glow from electric lantern.
Romana: Do you remember when we went to Florence?
Noveline: I think that passage is actually set in the French Riviera.
Romana: (dreamily) The beautiful women, the gorgeous men. We drank gallons of peach iced tea and blood orange juice.
Noveline: I remember, darling. You got heat stroke trotting about during siesta hour, then spent two days lying around in the hotel room reading Agatha Christie paperbacks and eating up almost all of that enormous Dairy Milk we picked up on the ferry from Dover.
Romana: I miss Italy.
