Her name did ring a bell.
I know I’m ignorant and all, but you can’t expect me to know everything can you.
It was on the bus. I knew I had seen it on the bus with Giulia.
Then we end up working together two years later.
Next time round on the bus I knew what I was looking at.
Meet Sarah Wilkins, on a Paris wall in rue Jean Pierre Timbaud.
She’s left Paris, they say. I still don’t believe that.