L’art et la manière
There are those who live many decades in a land of adoption and never assimilate, never achieve the slightest sense of home…
And then there are those who, by the second day, are smoking Gitanes, looking devastating in a beret, saying hunhunh and olala with profound conviction, making the entire local population wonder whether they too shouldn’t be speaking like a Vancouverite doing a thick Cockney when ordering their apéritif on the late evening terraces of local auberges.
‘Oy, garkonne, ancor doo vine over ‘ere sur votre bicyclette. Bladdy ‘ell ma tante est sur la table…’
Savoir-vivre will never be the same again.
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