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CHAPTER ONE
ONCE there was an old hobo named Armand who wouldn't have lived anywhere but in Paris. So that is where he lived.
Everything that he owned could be pushed around in an old baby buggy without any hood, so he had no worries about rents or burglars. All the ragged clothing he owned was on his back, so he didn't need to bother with trunks or dry-cleaners.
It was easy for him to move from one hidey-hole to another so that is what he was doing one late morning in December. It was a cold day with the gray sky hanging on the very chimney pots of Paris. But Armand did not mind because he had a tickly feeling that something new and exciting was going to happen to him today.
He hummed a gay tune to himself as he pushed his buggy through the flower market at the side of Notre Dame cathedral.