vs. Carrefour. Walmart First post of 2006 and the first note written on the land of Clovis and Fernandel.
It's been two and a half months that I live in Provence. After living in the affluent suburb of NYC, I told myself it was now necessary to stretch my adventures with anthropological suburbs adjacent to Marseille. Not so far from Aix en Provence, either.
Canada has two solitudes-nations that share a territory that extends from the Pacific to the Atlantic. I realize that Provence also has two solitudes: one that holds the OM and Belsunce course, the other, Aix, head up, clings to its fountains and sulk the "assent" of Provence. It unfolds in twenty first arrondissement of Paris, just south of the valley of Chevreuse.
I settled in between, not wishing to speak either one or the other. In a no man's land not so bad, not so beautiful. A no man's land begins to look like every other no-man's land of France. This semi-rural area that now belongs to roundabouts, with extensive residential flats, and Saturdays Carrefour (Geant, Leclerc, Auchan, etc.., put here the name you want).
This afternoon, so I decided to survey the territory Geant-Casino in a place that has so many charms that RER C station, I called Plan de Campagne, to add to my villa deserted few small items of Chinese bill. But now, stuck in my titin Clio'91 between a 4x4 and a 405 smashed the wing on a roundabout for 45 minutes. Annoyed, I then abandoned the idea of participating in the Mass of consolation. I was tired tired tired.
France, a country of good manners, good wine, intellectual debates? Forget it. I think her attire was more hints of Taco Bell and MacDonald, hidden under layers Frenchified Confocastorama-style. She wears leather boots, has the same glasses as Paris Hilton and downloading tunes from 50 cents for the ringtone SFR.
The traveling exhibition of Bilal "Two Minutes to stop" put his luggage in Le Creusot, which gave me the OCCAZ 'to ride in Burgundy. The two hundred works of Bilal exposed can touch the world of the tortured artist; 
