Last holiday I went to Paris. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter
taught me a few words of French. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines, but I did not
understand a word. Everyday I thought about postcards. My holidays passed quickly, but I
did not send any cards to my friends.
On the last day I made a big decision, I got up early and bought thirty seven cards. I spent the
whole day in my room, but I did not write a single card!
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Whom did the writer meet in Paris?
a. Friendly waiter
b. His friends
c. Postman
d. Mother