Joseph me o'd mucka.
Whenever we stop in Café Francais s'il vous plâit, it doesn't matter what time of day, from breakfast on; the locals are always drinkin little glasses of some'at. It's not wine, I presume local liqueurs or brandies, now the car parks are full of motors and everyone is drinkin so I'm guessing it's them.
They're very sociable in the caffs too, they're the only places I've had my hand shaken numerous times by complete strangers. Er'Indoors too, they're not sexist. Although I can comprehend little French, why would I, I'm a brit abroad, they'll talk to you endlessly.
They're probably calling me an English pig, but they do it in a nice way.
The more I think about France the more I think I enjoy it, I'll stop that post Brexit thinking forthwith.
Upt.