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them to disembark.
                  “What do you feel like eating?” Mark asked.
                  “I don’t really care. Let’s walk until we see something that looks promising.”
                  As they walked, Anna noticed other couples strolling along. Many of them held hands or linked arms together as they meandered, frequently turning to one another to exchange a few words and smiles. Feeling a bit lonely and certain she had ruined any chances with Jeff, Anna linked her arm through Mark’s.
                  “Oh, good. Are you finished being upset with me over the Eiffel Tower affair? Don’t say you weren’t upset, because I know you were,” Mark replied.
                  “I was just a little disappointed. It was silly of me but I have this old fashioned idea that men are always supposed to be strong and brave.” Anna said and then laughed. “After all the work my mother did for women’s liberation in the 60’s, she would be really upset if she heard me say that!”  
                  “Maybe I’ll just tell her what you said when I get to meet her,” Mark said.
                  “I’m afraid it will be a long time before you meet either of my parents.” Anna shook her head as if she was unable to comprehend what her parents had been thinking.
                  “Why’s that?” Mark asked.
                  “True to their liberal hippie roots, they waited until my sister and I left home, then joined the Peace Corps. They’re off in a jungle somewhere in South America doing God-knows-what.”
                  “That’s awesome,” Mark exclaimed.
                  Anna’s facial expression let Mark know he shouldn’t pursue the topic.
                  “Let’s eat. I’m starving. That restaurant over there looks good,” Anna said.
                  Mark pointed in the direction of the restaurant he thought Anna was referring to. “You mean the one with the horseshoe over the door?”
                  Anna grinned. “Yes, maybe it means this is our lucky day.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
                  Le Bistro Italiano was located above a travel agency and a jewelry store. The name promised more than traditional French fare could be had inside. Lots of windows facing the Champs Elysees promised a view of the hustle and bustle on the street below as they dined.
                  “Good afternoon, sir,” Mark addressed the headwaiter. “Do you speak English?”
                  “Most certainly, sir,” the man answered with a distinctly British accent. “I attended school in England ,” he offered by way of explanation, all the while looking at them with disdain.
                  “We would like a table for two overlooking the boulevard, if possible,” Mark replied while slipping the waiter a folded bill.
                  “Of course, sir. Right this way.”
                  “Mark. Wait. There’s Jeff and his sisters and they’re calling for us to join them. We can’t be rude and just ignore them,” Anna said hopefully.
                  “No. Of course we can’t. Waiter. We’ve decided to join some people from our tour,” Mark said.
                  “Please follow me,” the headwaiter said impatiently as he changed directions.
                  Anna positioned herself by the empty chair next to Jeff, catching Mark off guard.
                  “You don’t mind if I sit by Jeff, do you Mark?” Anna sat down before waiting for a reply. “We need to talk about some hospital and medical stuff and I’m sure it will bore you.”
                  “No, I don’t mind.”
    He quickly regrouped and pulled out a