Arthur's Diary - in the Pas de Calais
Day Four
A call at 7am from Jean-Christophe who has just returned from the restaurant. He shows no sign of flagging on our tour of the boulangerie where he worked as a boy. From there to the market where stall holders stamp their feet in the freezing weather. Our final rendezvous is with the chief of tourism and his chums who enjoy a decadent Saturday morning in a Caf茅 in the Grande Place every week.
They meet at 9am for tripe, omelette, stinky cheese and endless bottles of wine and jokes. S-J is impressed when I tell a joke in French. The man opposite me responds with: "What is the definition of a gentleman? A man who can describe a woman without using his hands". Jean Christopher is by now looking knackered but goes off to play golf with his daughter. S-J and I drive to Lille which proves so easy that we arrive with 2 hours to spare. She sits opposite me shivering and drinking hot chocolate while I write this. Our train is announced, so now, I stop, a la prochaine.
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