Along Ste. Catherine Street in Montreal, cafes and bakeries rub elbows with peep shows, hustler hangouts and bath houses, and no one bats an eye. But then again, we borrow the word nonchalance from the French. One evening, our friend James found himself in conversation with a friendly young native outside this theater. After they’d spoken for awhile, the young man wanted to indicate that their chat was of an introductory, “professional” nature when he announced, “I’m working now.” It has become a key phrase that James and I repeat from time to time, remembering his faux pas.
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