there's this guy who walks down our street and up through 'dog poop lane' nearly everyday on his way to and from the port---seems it's his favorite shortcut. i've seen him hundreds of times, heard him greet someone in english once--i think he may even be american. but he's been here long enough to adopt that french-style frozen face---no american-style smile and greet on the street with him.
which is a shame. because this guy. is. yum-my.
but wait a minute! two days ago i popped out the front door and there he was again. and i got a relaxed face and a mumbled bonjour! what a development!
and this morning, when i reached out to open the shutters, there he was again, just below. i ducked in of course---no one needs to see me before i've had my shower and coffee. i'm a natural disaster area in the morning.