"Good morning Breetish pipple" says he and François (above) ze French mern, is among us again. Perhaps we will pay Reenie the café owner to ban French persons from our 'retreat' one of these days. The man is upon me in a trice, naturally. "Mistair Mark" he twinkles "ze Breetish wezzer - it pleases you?" He holds his French tummy and chuckles to himself.
"Le Monde - you know zis French newspepper mistair Mark? Zis morning it says how your Stonehenge as been photographed from en haut and somezing encroyable as appeared. You know? Le Stonehenge is apparently a small part of a much bigger zing. From above you can see ze Stonehenge circle is ze shape of eh wheel, and next to it now weh can see anuzzer wheel, and in-between - ze parts of a bicycle, yes I think it is true, and on ze bicycle ze figure of a man, a loverly man, a Frenchman who is pedalling and zis man wears a beret with a worm on ze top and eh carry onions. Stonehenge - it is built by ze French naturellement: we leave you a loverly picture of ourselves to remind you. Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The tears roll down his jolly French cheeks while I sit opposite him with raised head and the pursed mouth of a disdainful English butler. I'm not sure about this new information at all and must make an Internet search as soon as I return to my 'appartement'.
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