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“八月的巴黎,是属于外国游客的”。此种说法早在70年代就已名声在外了。明媚的阳光,拂面的微风,盛开的花朵,醉人的芳香……这一切就仿佛是在画中,但却留不住巴黎人匆匆出游的脚步。我租住的公寓楼里,几天之内已是十室九空。漫步在街区,也时而能看到一家大小,把大包小裹兴高采烈地往旅行车上装。没过多久,马路上平日里熙来攘往的车流不见了,连地铁中都少了许多喧闹。人头攒动的商店,也是大门紧锁,门口还贴着放年假暂停营业的告示。回到住所时,发现房东老太太神情沮丧地拎着一大串钥匙站在门前,嘴里还不停地唠叨着什么。一打听才知道,原来她也准备去海边度假。一个远方亲戚说好要来替她看一个月的房子。可偏偏遇到些事情来不了了。美梦破灭,使这位60多岁的老妇,感
“Paris in August belongs to foreign tourists.” As early as the 70’s this claim has been famous. Bright sunshine, breeze blowing, blooming flowers, intoxicating aroma ... All this seems to be in the picture, but could not keep the pace of Parisian hurried travel. I am renting apartment building, a few days is ten rooms nine empty. Stroll in the neighborhood, but also sometimes see a size, happily large package wrapped in wagon. It did not take long before the bustling traffic on the road was gone and there was not much noise in the subway. Full of crowded shops, but also the door locked, the door is also close to put on leave to suspend business sign. Back to the dwelling, I found the landlord’s old lady carrying a long list of keys in front of her in frustration and nagging in her mouth. Just before I heard about it, she was going to go to the beach for a holiday. A distant relative said that she would come to see her house for a month. Can happen to meet some things can not come. Dreams burst, so that the 60-year-old woman, a sense