I am meeting Remon, the boyfriend of my next host, Julie, at the coach station in Grenoble. When I arrive, every passer-by was Remon. I am more relieved about some of them being Remon, and about others I am disappointed or even frightened.
One of the Remons puts himself forward and fortunately he is one of the intelligent, laid-back ones. Being Dutch, he also speaks better English than I do. He is also a Coke addict – by which I mean the dangerous, addictive substance that has started wars and ruined livelihoods across the world, not the illegal drug. We pass by a supermarket and then he leads me by foot to the flat on Rue d’Alembert.
Here we wait for what could be a very awkward two hours for Julie’s return from Lac de Serre-Ponçon. She has been to support her friend in the Embrunman triathlon and meanwhile we eat tomatoes, potato salad and bifteck, and instead it turns out to be a very pleasant four hours.
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