pastis lovely stuff. nice with green menthe or a diablo vert.
"Green Devils" , L'eau de vie etc ...the self persecution we put ourselves through . We should be fast tracked back through Calais as Martyrs to the cause.
The shame when it came " to coup le raisins" I had to be showed they only wanted the wrinkly mouldy ones, the "nice ones take back to the van and eat" the ones you don't, clip the leaves so the beautiful sweet grapes become wrinkly ! a perverse excercise.( strange folk)
As the apprentice of the apprentice( Jeans young brother a 72 year old) The stage was set, clipping away, collecting passing snails for Mme Camus to no doubt turn to l'escargot the pace changed, sweat on the brow, cramp in the fingers and Fabrice proclaiming ." alors un pannier pour le Anglo Saxon " ...Is that rascist ? .....the hours passed and something vaguely alcoholic passed our lips to refresh whilst I was trying to understand the French language !
The days vidange finished a quick drink with them all camping characteristas or summat similar .....BBQ time ...Jean appeared with a bunch of dried cepes .Most important for the BBQ he repied with his mischievous grin.
So as you can see the Goodlife's I have dug deep to share that France is indeed a dangerous and treacherous hotspot of deviancy, behavourial traits that defy the dictionary. Indeed a role as Dr Livingstones sidekick would be safer.
Forget the gassing myths and all the rest of it, just be sensible as per home and all will be fine. As you can tell I am truly traumatised by my French experience and perhaps the medicine is to return !! ( You bet ...I miss it very much)
You will love it and look forward to reading of your experience .
Channa