Andre Desormeaux:
[already seated outside café as Polo sits down]
[Looking intently at Polo's feet]
Andre Desormeaux:
No luck huh? You have tramped all over Paris from the Port de la Villette to Montrouge and found no trace of her.
Polo:
Yes, that's right. Oh, I've covered all the ballet schools. But how did you know?
Andre Desormeaux:
Your feet! Those ugly, tired peasant feet. They tell me the story. You see, I studied hands and feet. I can read them like you can read a book... if you could read.
Polo:
Oh, but I can read.
Andre Desormeaux:
Of course, you can. You can read words but you can't read between them. Now, for instance
[gestures towards the feet of a passing woman]
Andre Desormeaux:
To you, those are just a woman's feet. But I can tell you she's a vendeuse in one of the department stores; stood on her feet all day but she's not tired now. She's going to meet her sweetheart on some corner...
Polo:
Amazing!
Andre Desormeaux:
[indicating another woman]
Woman with the bunions...
Polo:
Yes?
Andre Desormeaux:
She has given up hope of meeting anyone.
Polo:
Remarkable!
Andre Desormeaux:
[indicating a passing man]
Tan Brogans... American tourist. Big corn on the left little toe... See?
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