The old man didn’t look like a typical ‘English’ version of a Frenchman.
You know the type: onions, garlic, beret, bicycle…
He was wearing a dark flat hat, his ‘blues’ (working man’s overalls)
“Every year there is a food fair in Dijon, each time with a different theme.” Marlene tells me.
“How ‘Fascinating’.” I reply. “I have managed to sustain myself for more than three score years w
Well, you wouldn’t like it either… having somebody throw bombs across your ceiling! It happens every year and there is nothing the fish can do about it.
Tootling through Burgundy on a motorbike can be fun