And that wasn't all I discovered in Paris. First, thank you, Pierre, for guiding me to the cafe by the Arc de Triomphe. I walked in, expecting to have to explain, in English, who or what I was looking for...only to discover that I can speak French. Like a native! I've clearly spent a whole lot of time there. And in that cafe. They recognised me. The only thing is, they had never heard of a waiter called Pierre, let alone Lucky Pierre. And there was certainly no signed menu anywhere to be found. Who are you, Pierre? You clearly want to help but you're not quite who you say you are.
I was just beginning to think I had hit another dead end when one of the waiters - a real waiter! - asked me about my stepfather with his dog. I corrected him (in my perfect French) and said 'godfather'. No, Stephan is definitely your stepfather, he said, works at the Embassy. And he always brought in his terrier, Rosie - deaf as a post - the dog, not your stepfather, he said. It was he who introduced you to this cafe.
Now I understand. (and I understand Mum's post as well, why she has no memory of this 'Jonathan'). There is no Jonathan because that's you, isn't it, Stephan? And I think you're trying to help. Just keeping your distance. Thank you.
The waiter also asked me about Nicolas. My boyfriend, he said. And then I started to remember, except I don't think he was my boyfriend. And I think he is the reason why I remembered this as 'Nicky's Bar' because when I showed the waiter the photo of the young man, he instantly knew him: 'C'est Nicolas' he said. 'Votre ami.' But as for the other photo - the couple - he had never seen them before. Nor had any of the other staff there.
And thanks, Martin, I really need those credit cards - I'll pick them up as soon as I get back to London. Thanks for being honest in the end. Though I can't imagine why I would have had those tickets? Are you sure they were in the same stash - could they have been lost or dropped by someone else? At least, with some money in my pocket, I can solve this all now pretty quickly. But I think things may start to get tricky, if not dangerous. I may not be able to keep this blog up much longer, not if what I am starting to suspect is true.
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