Les Bordes, 11 September 2009 In the land of Bardot, Deneuve and Tatou and indeed the delicious Madame Sarkozy, it comes as quite a relief to find that here in the countryside; the women are not perfect examples of French chic, in fact quite the contrary. Our neighbours are friendly, offering ‘bonjours’ and ‘bonsoirs’ in passing, but we have yet to engage in conversation - probably a good thing considering our fractured French. The locals are friendly too, so much so that one fell like a stone at our feet when we were having lunch yesterday in Mirepoix. It seems that he was neither desperately anxious to make our acquaintance, nor poleaxed by our beauty, but had suffered a blackout. We thought the worst, when he hit the deck, but once restored to his chair, he
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