“Gracious,” remarked Xinjinmeng. “How does that little scooter move with so much weight upon it?”

“The Paperino, it was originally a military vehicle,” replied Ypsilanti. “It is stronger than you might think. That one, it has the 150cc engine, the American model.”

“Well, they do make an interesting couple, with their focused expressions.”

“Oh, they were probably victorious. There are savage battles for turf all over the Gare du Nord. Did you notice the blood on the driver’s sleeve? No mistake: they would assault you without a second thought, leave your cracked skull bleeding on the pavement as they stole your earrings and your purse.”

“Stars above, what an horrible image.”

“You should hear the things they say at the urban task force. I have sat in on their meetings; the minister is beside himself over what to do. The people, they blame the American blacks, but you know how they like to blame the Americans for everything.”

“And here I had been worried you were making excuses just to go out with me.”

“Madame, one need not make excuses to attend a world premiere at the Garnier!”

“Goodness gracious, monsieur! Were you protecting me, or my tickets to Yvonne?”

“Must you make me choose between the two of you?”

“I take offense!”

“Well, you had best not run off in a huff! You have just witnessed how unsafe these north Paris streets can be.”