Chapter 8When Aziz got out of the airport, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to go to the Maison Marianne, join James and Mark, but mostly he wanted to see me. He then recalled what he had decided: to register at another hotel and let James know where he was, just in case he needed him.
“Take me to the George V,” Aziz said to the cab driver. To him, the George V was a safe bet to be out of the way. It was a big enough hotel where someone could get lost among the tourist crowd and it was central to the places he might want to go quickly.
After spending his first day in Paris, and visiting a friend at the Sorbonne, Aziz decided to take on some of the sights and spend the following afternoon at the Bois de Boulogne. As he was coming out of the restaurant after lunch, he stopped – froze
