There is a young woman serving in the café in La Chartre, she is neat and fast at her job. She brings a glass of green liquid and a yellow Gallopin. Sit there watching all the traffic pass on the busy street, drink the green dliabolo and watch the young woman in her light dress as she skilfully avoids the attentions of a large man at the next table.
The Gallopin subsides slowly, that is alright, there is no hurry. Stories of some time ago are told and fears for the future are shared.
The tables and chairs are all being cleared away by the person doing the service, her dress is blue green.
Finally, catch her eye, and pay.
And then the small black car.
After navigating the complexities of the streets here, leave the small town and move along the French country roads at a steady pace. Leave a hamlet behind, the signpost signifying the end of town passes.
With a roaring engine a big BMW car passes, swerving out, overtaking at high speed. A French driver in a hurry..
Some distance ahead see a big white truck come out of an entrance to the left. The driver wants to turn to the left as well.
Hit the brakes, feel the anti blockage system buzz in the pedals.
The white car swerves, and with only a short space to spare passes by before the braking truck.
The black car has nearly stopped, then carry on.
An accident nearly happened.
but it didn't.
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