Bonjour Tritesse

Last lunch before La Rochelle airport. A plate of moules and a stare at the marina. Next to us were sat two young girls, very lovely and achingly cool.

Aye I know I'm old enough to be their Dad, but how come there wasn't girls like that round my way when I was their age. OK I would have got knocked back but at least I'd get knocked back by a girl with class.

Don't know her name, so I'll call her Cecille.

Bonjour tritesse.