However, where I was going, cats weren’t welcomed. I enjoyed having him around, especially at night, when he slept on my head. He did not appreciate that this, also, would be a sacrifice on my part. Caesar didn’t know that soon he would be sharing space with Yves and Luciano, but he had no choice. That wasn’t going to happen, at least not until we reached Jacqueline’s apartment. Loudly, he shouted to be liberated from prison. Imagine that! The revolution continues.Ĭaesar didn’t care what the law stated. Simple citizens are protected from ruthless property owners, tossing them out in the snow. The humanity of French law still amazed me. I had been able to delay our departure as long as possible, thanks to the French law that protects tenants by preventing property owners from evicting between the months of October and March. A buyer was waiting in the wings, eager to launch into a complete remodel. I couldn’t blame him, but the lease had expired, and the owner’s notaire (agent) had already signed the papers. He complained bitterly, loudly, in his strongest baritone voice. Question Mark Chapter Heading.jpg Chapter 1ĬAESAR DIDN’T WANT to leave Montmartre.
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