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I stayed three days in Laifour. I was mooring about a hundred meters away from the church. Close to the church was an inn whose name I have forgotten. "La Descente des voyageurs" ? No, it conveys nothing to me. On the other hand, I perfectly remember the propietor, a pretty woman who was able to run her businness and cooked tasty fishes. Her name was Henriette, like my mother (...) Her husband was busied with frying in a huge frying pan , the kind they use in Brittany in order to cook pancakes. He was sitting round the fireplace and careful hold his pancake above the fire.
Further back , opposite to a war Memorial, was a pub where I used to take a local nip. They were native people, worthy men, nearly all of them working in the neighbouring factory, but retaining a close to the forest Ardennais mentality..
...I took a walk near les Dames de Meuse. Impressive. It's a fairy site. One is expecting to see fairies or an undine from the ancient tales drying her hair on the bank. |
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