The first time I stepped in one of those foul little presents, I was with my host family, returning to the car after a lovely dinner. I was fifteen, and still a little naïve. My shiny purple Dr Marten boots were brand new, and I was utterly horrified to have soiled them.
My sister Ebony didn't particularly want to go to France, but when she was forced to visit me for Christmas, she arrived with a strict agenda: to sample proper French cuisine. And by 'proper French cuisine', I mean snails and frogs legs.
There are some talented young folk making music in France, and they're called BB Brunes. A Parisian quartet with members around the age of just 22, they've already released two successful albums, with a third one on the way. Towards the end of last year, while completing an intensive study program in France, I had the pleasure of seeing them at L'Olympia in Paris.
"Soupe au lait"
"C'est pas la moitié d'un con"
"Avoir la casquette en béton"
"Avoir la gueule de bois"
"Pleuvoir des cordes"
"Faire une fleur à quelqu'un"
"Cul de sac"
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Magazine – Events – Experiences
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