That’s what I say

Well it looks like another drippy grey night but no, from their narrow brick houses some flemish french fellows will creep out this evening wrapped in woolly scarves and tucked under umbrellas to pick their way over the mossy cobblestone streets …they’ll find hot mulled wine and even hotter mulled stories up the winding staircase of ‘rue de Jemmapes’ where I’ll be waiting… we go folks for the next winter adventure.  Merci beaucoup!

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