From My Mother's House, by Colette, translated by Una Vicenzo Troubridge and Enid McLeod
PARIS PREMIERE
"A succession of harsh sounds, made by the train, cabs, and omnibuses, is all that my memory retains of a brief visit to Paris when I was six years old. Of a week in Paris five years later I remember nothing but arid heat, panting thirst, feverish fatigue and fleas in a hotel bedroom in the Rue St. Roch."
From My Mother and the Animals
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