99 Red ballons

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A little boy at the next table (I am in the Buffalo Grill) was given a balloon at the end of his meal. Using ALL my french (a subset of which may have been correct and a subset of that may have been relevant) I protested that I too should have a balloon.

I will now go back to my podule and work out how to attach it to my bike.

S

PS the little boy also got a kiss from the waitress when he left....I'm off to google translate!
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