I suppose I should also shelve my fantasies about driving around the French countryside eating in little local steak-frites joints where you can get moules mariniere and good local wine and get drunk with the locals over a boules game. No doubt they're over-run with Algerian immigrants and serving hummus and whatever other offal North Africans eat.
More illusions exploded.
I suppose I should also shelve my fantasies about driving around the French countryside eating in little local steak-frites joints where you can get moules mariniere and good local wine and get drunk with the locals over a boules game. No doubt they're over-run with Algerian immigrants and serving hummus and whatever other offal North Africans eat.