Peak Frenchness

A French student called Bruno once told me about the time, walking through a graveyard at night, he was scared by a dark shape suddenly lumbering out of the shadows.

‘What was it?’

‘A cow’.

‘What did you do?’

Bruno curled his lip and, with disdain, told me ‘ I insulted it’

Whenever I read or hear about France I think of Bruno.

Peak Frenchness

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