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Infanta Cristina, left, and Infanta Elena, in a 2008 file photo in Madrid. Daniel Ochoa de Olza / AP
It was in Paris, before the Sarkozy era.
A journalist friend was patiently queuing at a Post Office to send a package.
It had been a long time and was about to arrive when Carla Bruni appeared.
Magnetic, she walked down the line to the colleague and whispered, “Will you let me pass?
I'm in a bit of a rush ”.
My friend is French
comme il faut
, therefore, gallant (micromachisms did not yet exist): “Please, you come in!
Carla Bruni, right?
What a pleasant surprise!
Knowing her like this, in a Post Office queue ... ”.
She smiled briefly.
"No, you see what line I don't do."
And it went to the window ...
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