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At the first sign of daylight fat genial Mauu woke me and we walked to the market, where, after a cup of coffee, we inspected the various conveyances that made the rounds of the districts. We decided on the sack wagon, for it was the most dignified, with its little tricolor flag on the radiator and its driver dressed in a white coat and a yachtsman's cap.
Mauu explained that only the simple people rode on the other trucks: ordinary fry who took no pride in riding through the districts wearing new straw hats and smoking Rosette cigarettes in bamboo holders. He further explained that it was a matter of family pride to have a good seat on the truck, and to shout a cheery yet dignified "May you live, everybody! Come and eat!" to every acquaintance in the eight districts.