Papa was invited to Arles. He suggested taking my brother and me. I was 13, and capriciously insisted: “Yes, but not without my duck”. Papa phoned the Hôtel Jules César to find out if this was possible. The hotel agreed. On the first day, the duck did a poo in the lobby. Papa was presented with the evidence on a tray. That was my duck's first and last trip.
We were much photographed, but I have no pictures. If someone does ...?
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