The Guardian -
22 Nov 2018 08:00

'They told me they were shopping for their mum. The little girl is carrying a box of Omo washing powder, the boy a bottle of wine' In the mid-1950s, my husband and I were living in Paris and my brother came to visit. I showed him around the city, took him to all my favourite places. We were up in Montmartre when I saw these kids, who were about nine and five. My French was good enough to chat with them. They told me they were going shopping for their mum. The little girl is carrying a box of Omo...
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