"Mohammed!" [Mo-ah-MED] called the assistant at the corner grocery store when he saw me. "Bonjour Madame!"
Mohammed, the owner, who had been smoking outside, came around the corner looking disgruntled and went straight to the cash register to ring up my order. As he took my money, he looked up. A smile lit up his face. "Ah, I didn't see it was you! Bonjour Madame! You have come back?"
Then handshakes all around.
I will be shaking a lot of hands in the next few days. It's nice to be back home in Paris.
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