Hemingway on the Left Bank.

We were eating at a small fromagerie a couple of days ago when an older (say in her mid 60s, but who’s counting?) woman came out of her apartment and saw us sitting there at a table. She came over and started chatting amiably. Her English was good, and she was quite animated. She asked if we knew Hemingway. I said “John Hemingway? Sure!” She looked at me somewhat in amazement, and then started laughing. She then kissed Doreen on both cheeks, and she then PULLED MY EARS! BOTH of them! She pulled them until they turned red.

Then she left.