11 août 2006

La Pudeur Des Violettes

Seated in car 7, I swing between naps and newspapers. I'm soon done with the fruit flavored Mento's, the water bottle, the diet coke and the coffee with milk. Drool is flowing my mouth as I catch a glimpse of a Pont Aven's biscuit.And that leads to Bertrand. Again. I know. Many Bertrands. Whatever, A few hours I meet with my parents on the countryside. Magret de canard and french fries on wood benches under the old market roof.The band plays the accordion. Everybody dance and the sky turn to night.
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