I'm remembering my first trip to Paris back in the 70s. I was in a Métro station out on the Rue de la Convention, looking more or less like a clochard. A cop stopped and asked for my papers I dutifully presented my passport and my
carte orange. He asked me how long I had been here. Mustering up my best French, I responded:
Je suis arrivé demain
He snapped a salute and cracked just a glimmer of a smile as he responded: "Bonjour!"---and sent me on my way. It was ten minutes or so before i realized I had told him "I arrived tomorrow."
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