'whats that all about' i asked him and pointed at his nose. 'the nose' i said to make sure he understood me.
i had just arrived in the - even for a village - tiny place en route from the ronde.
he was in his own thoughts, not realising my interest in the band aid on his nose. he just passed me without paying attention.
'nice hair cut, champ' i yelled when he turned left, and kept going down the road.
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