Sometimes I forget about that French adventure I had. It seems so long ago and so far away and then Bam! it comes rocketing back to me, sometimes in very fine form. If you’ve been hanging out here for a while or if you’ve read the goofy book, you’ll know about my fabulous neighbour who made living in rural France quite special, the fantastique Jean-Claude. JC divides his time between being the prince of panache in a small French town and the master of mayhem in Morocco. And, god love him, he carts my doodle collection wherever he goes.

Not long ago, while sipping cocktails in a Moroccan nightclub, he ran into a famous French musician and producer by the name of Patrick Derue. I imagine they chatted about the spectacles Patrick has put on in Vegas and France, everything from a Chinese version of Cirque du Soleil to gospel concerts, and then somehow, this unfolded…

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“Patrick, you have to read this book, likely the finest piece of literature ever produced.” ”Jean-Claude, how very intriguing. What’s it about?“ ”Well, I don’t really know, something about her arse, a humiliating debacle at a French pharmacy, cleaning toilets for a living and so on.” “Well now, who could resist that?”

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“She’s Canadian, oh she spoke French like a dream, and her writing, well, it’s just so sophisticated. You know, come to think of it, a Canadian woman just won the Nobel Prize for literature, must be her, it’s that good.

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“Oh now here’s the best chapter, the one about her neighbour who she first thinks is the local mobster, but he turns out to be a sweet and generous soul who leaves baskets of apples on her doorstep, brings her spices and slippers from Morocco and wine and honey from Corsica.”

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What an extraordinary and compelling story Jean-Claude! I see a full on Vegas extravaganza. Think she’d be interested?” “Are you kidding? She’ll do whatever I say. She’s seen my gun collection, plus I’m her agent. For 15% I can get her to dance the Macarena in nothing but a pink tutu while reciting French poetry. Leave it all to me.”

ps I’m off to a friend’s country wedding many airplane hours away. I’m going rogue (sans computer) and I’ll be off the grid for about a week. Until we meet again, seek joy wherever and whenever you can and eat and drink your face off. It’s working pretty well for me.

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