During my last stay in France, I took to biking down a quiet road. Round a 1 仪式) 6 us. She had no idea who I was, nor 7 I was coming, but she seemed to be 8 for me. , I found a woman sitting in front of a little shabby house. I don’t know why, but something about her attracted my 2 . I waved at her as I went by, and she must have thought I was some 3 tourist because she didn’t wave back. The same thing happened the second day. But on the third day, the old woman returned a hesitated 4 , and the next day, she 5 got out of her chair as I called out, “Morning, madam!” It became a small ritual(
