I was walking to my favorite market last 14 June early to arrive at opening and to keep a military pace singing le Boudin. My friends heard me coming ( I'm loud if not gifted)
and greeted me with French roast and a croissant asking what the song was about? A voice not unlike Edith Piaf said ' our legionairres' and my seldom encountered acquaintance Emilie took my arm in hers commenting ' you used Pre de Provence #63' smiling. She is wife to a retired Air France officer and one of those European women who could be anywhere from 30 to 59 in ageless beauty. She announced I would drive home in her car, a stunning Citroen snail 2Cv in black and burgundy paint. I loaded a bag with French wine, cheese and a baquette. Manager looks at me mumbling ' how DOES he get in these little adventures?' As we strolled out. Welcome!
and greeted me with French roast and a croissant asking what the song was about? A voice not unlike Edith Piaf said ' our legionairres' and my seldom encountered acquaintance Emilie took my arm in hers commenting ' you used Pre de Provence #63' smiling. She is wife to a retired Air France officer and one of those European women who could be anywhere from 30 to 59 in ageless beauty. She announced I would drive home in her car, a stunning Citroen snail 2Cv in black and burgundy paint. I loaded a bag with French wine, cheese and a baquette. Manager looks at me mumbling ' how DOES he get in these little adventures?' As we strolled out. Welcome!
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