picture a french man:
dark hair, moustache, beret, on a bicycle, with a baguette, stripey shirt, says oh là là...
for the second time since arriving in nz p has been given a gift of garlic.
he asks, is it because i am french? is this an acceptable gift?
some people don't like you to leave after a visit emptyhanded. some people believe the best gift is something that has come from their own hand. (i know in the late summer we spent all sorts of time trying to palm off our tomatoes to anyone without).
it is the quintessential image of the french man, though, string of garlic round the neck as he rides off down the country lane on his bike...
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