"...we arrive with excitement, feeling the warm, scented, continental breeze on our sun-glassed faces, anticipating our first taste of grand cru wine, and the exquisite, gastronomic 'menu gourmand' experience which  

is simply 'Pure France'.

Not forgetting the easy-elegance and 'bambi-eyed' natural beauty of Frenchwomen, and, of course, the intoxicating, chocolate-voiced purrings of swarthy Frenchmen with a glinting eye for the 'swooning' wives of white-faced (and white -bodied) Englishmen!"

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"...I opened the door. The room was small, and lit only by the embers

of a wood-burning fire.

On a worn and frayed mat in front of the fire was a lump of a human  

being in a "Where's Wally?" jumper.

We moved forward and spoke a soft 'Hello'.

The figure jerked upwards in drowsy surprise like the startled awakening  

of the 'Alien' when Ripley was starting up the shuttle to escape the clutches of the monster in the film of the same name!