Dede (click here for a picture) arrives by moped at Pierre’s job every Wednesday and Thursday with beers and snacks.    Before entering the store he’ll usually shout  at whoever is walking down the sidewalk something like  “Sarkozy!”, “Gastronomie Francaise!” or one of his other catch phrases I can’t understand .  Once entering the store, he treats everyone to a full day of non stop mostly incomprehensible chatter.  Yesterday he told Pierre and Olivier they were his best friends, invited me to dinner (which I couldn’t attend), demonstrated his penmanship, and celebrated the performance of the stock market before treating us to this little dance.  You might want to turn the music down.

If I was living here full time you would all be receiving weekly posts on this phenomenon.