Ils de Re is French for Isle of Re.
And it was to this French idyll that Liz and me repaired to for a well earned spring, weekend, short, three-day break.
It was a very nice place and even at this early stage of the summer, quite full of Frenchies having a holiday.
This involves them being haughty, walking in a line abreast that stretches the exact width of the street so anyone approaching has either to reverse in front of them or suffer the withering stares of some Frenchies who are having to go through the tiresome experience of acknowledging the existence of other human beings and deigning to move a millimetre aside so they can squeeze past, hiring bicycles and wobbling off on them in a dangerous fashion, mocking English people in restaurants who are politely doing the best they can in a language they are unfamiliar with and eating cheese.
In other words Frenchies are the same on holiday as they are everywhere else on the planet.
Got stuck into some moules marinieres and a delicious beer called Pelican Biere.
The place we stayed in was called Ars and everytime the bus stopped in the village the bus driver would announce its arrival by shouting ARSE! Ha ha ha ha ha, I'm sure you'll agree.
Regular readers of my so called blog will recall a piece of graffiti on the ceiling of a bar in Shanghai which informed us that "Chris is a homo!" Whilst the author could be criticised for his lack of wit and creativity (though if I recall correctly he did also drew a 'jizzing cock' next to it) he cannot be faulted on the concise precision of his phraseology. Whoever he is, he's clearly widely travelled because look what I spotted in the Ars bus shelter.
And it was to this French idyll that Liz and me repaired to for a well earned spring, weekend, short, three-day break.
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| A street in Ils De Re on one of the rare occasions there were no French people flouncing up and down it getting in each other's way. |
This involves them being haughty, walking in a line abreast that stretches the exact width of the street so anyone approaching has either to reverse in front of them or suffer the withering stares of some Frenchies who are having to go through the tiresome experience of acknowledging the existence of other human beings and deigning to move a millimetre aside so they can squeeze past, hiring bicycles and wobbling off on them in a dangerous fashion, mocking English people in restaurants who are politely doing the best they can in a language they are unfamiliar with and eating cheese.
In other words Frenchies are the same on holiday as they are everywhere else on the planet.
Got stuck into some moules marinieres and a delicious beer called Pelican Biere.
The place we stayed in was called Ars and everytime the bus stopped in the village the bus driver would announce its arrival by shouting ARSE! Ha ha ha ha ha, I'm sure you'll agree.
Regular readers of my so called blog will recall a piece of graffiti on the ceiling of a bar in Shanghai which informed us that "Chris is a homo!" Whilst the author could be criticised for his lack of wit and creativity (though if I recall correctly he did also drew a 'jizzing cock' next to it) he cannot be faulted on the concise precision of his phraseology. Whoever he is, he's clearly widely travelled because look what I spotted in the Ars bus shelter.
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| Compare if you will. |
Same precise phrasing , same language, same helpful urge to keep the world abreast of who is gay. The only difference is the lack of 'jizzing cock.' Presumably he is either working solely in the written word these days or the bus turned up.
