Do you ever meet someone that just seems too much to be real? Yes, now I will explain how I encountered just this genre of person. It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon in the Bretagne compagne where the wind was just strong enough to carry the smell of pig farm across my nostrils. For those who can't handle the smell of cows, never ever let that the myth of pigs as cleanly animals fool you. They smell like the underbelly of a port-o-john. But with the shift of the wind, the toxic stench is no more and you can continue appreciating the beauty of the countryside. This is where we find Chantal's cousin's house, the site of this years Cousinade. The Cousinade is a reunion of all of Chantals cousins away from the prying eyes of Papi and Mémé. I had been warned several times about Didier and his crude humor but I assured Chantal and Bertrand that I could be offended in no way by what he said (i left out the part where i wouldnt know if it was offensive in the first place). Didier, with both the appearance and mannerisms of a comic book character, greets me with bisous, holds me at arms length and says "Adorable." He has a weathered, tan face and the countenance of a bassett hound. He rolled his own cigarettes and walked around with the unlit stem at the corner of his mouth, able to say or do just about anything without having to move it. Pure skill. He also had a dog with a wicked snaggletooth that just made her look like one of the gargoyle men from Sleeping Beauty.
To make this entry a whole lot shorter, we ate lunch for 4 hours, took a tour of the farm and garden, ate dinner for another couple hours, and drove back home. We arrived at noon and left at 9:30. Thats how they do it in Bretagne.
This was the start of a really good story, you shouldn't have cut it short.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. I feel cheated.
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