Sceaux / Bourg la Reigne
Outside the RER station at Bourg la Reigne (the blue line going south), on a wednesday(at the time
(1998)), there is une marchande des crepes who sells very nice (and cheap) pancakes. Apparently, she is from a crepe making
family in Roscoff, on the north coast of France. As, she was the youngest in her family, and the rest of her family were
capable of making all the crepes needed by Roscoff by themselves, she moved away, to make crepes somewhere else. My
personal favourites are cheese ( which melts very nicely ) and chocolate ( which, as it melts, separates out into two
different flavours ). You can get them with bacon, egg and god (and anyone whose french is better than mine) only knows
what else.
When you make a crepe with buckweat flour it is called a "galette", probably.
I used to work near here, and on wednesdays we had crepes and cider. (specialities of N.W. France).
Incidentally, a few years before, I actually went to Roscoff on holiday. It has a Youth Hostel on a Hill
which had something weird about it, like no kitchen or mixed dormitories. Anyway I was there for a day or two and set off
those Chinese bangers on the beach (since we figured we couldn't get them through customs).
Parc de Sceaux
When I went to the Parc de Sceaux, there were some army dudes giving each other some Medailles
Militaires, for defending the country against the forces of oppression, or something. They didn't even look as if they
were enjoying it. Anyway. Actually, they could have been the CRS for all I know and the medals were for beating up English
hooligans (who deserve everything they get, by the way).
Some kid with an obsolete projectile weapon.
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