Monday, March 21, 2011


Charley made baguettes last night. This comes to mind:

There goes the baker with his tray like always.
The same old bread and rolls to sell.
Every morning just the same since the morning that we came,
To this poor provintial town.

[Baker] Good Morning Belle!

[Belle]G'morning Monsieur!

[Baker]Where you off to?

[Belle]The book shop...
I just finished the most wonderful story,
About a beanstalk and an ogor and an...

[Baker]That's nice. Marie! The bagettes! Hurry up!

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