Felicie

Maigret meets his match in the alluring form of Felicie. In his mind's eye he would see that slim figure in the striking clothes, those wide eyes the colour of forget-me-not, the pert nose and especially the hat, that giddy, crimson bonnet perched on the top of her head with a bronze-green feather shaped like a blade stuck in it...

Maigret isi intalneste meciul in forma ademenitoare a Feliciei. In ochiul mintii lui avea sa vada acea silueta zvelta in hainele izbitoare, acei ochi largi de culoarea nu-ma-uita, nasul pervers si mai ales palaria, acea boneta ametita, purpurie, cocotata in varful capului ei cu un bronz. -pana verde in forma de lama infipta in ea...