"C'est Interdit!
At Brussels two gendarmes lolled last week near a corner of the famed Avenue de Louise, perhaps the most impeccable residential street in Europe. From the leafy Bois de la Cambre a motorcycle sped into the quiet Avenue, its exhaust rat-tatting raucously. The gendarmes' whistles screamed. . . . "Your papers, Monsieur, your license? It is not permitted to circulate upon the Avenue de Louise at such a speed. C'est interdit!"
"Mais certainement, here is my license," smiled the begoggled motorcyclist. "Mon dieu, Le Roi!" cried the gendarme. "Ah, Votre...
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