France.

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The tiny village of Mougin (moo jan) where I and the beast lunched one day. Way up in the hills, Mougin was a place where few cars were allowed, and many tiny galleries found their niche. This is also where the beast showed his real dick-ism.

Me at the Mougin fountain in the center of town.

The view from the little restaurant where I lunched on fabulous chicken fillets with 2 beautiful sauces and magically prepared vegetables.

Near perfect food.

Me at a restaurant, ready to slap the photographer. Mais non! vous claque de can't la bête!!! (but no! you can't slap the beast!)

No, I didn't learn French, tho the high school stuff comes back pretty quick. I go to Babel Fish.

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