Dede (click here for a picture) arrives by moped at Pierre’s job every Wednesday and Thursday with beers and snacks. Before entering the store he’ll usually shout at whoever is walking down the sidewalk something like ”Sarkozy!”, “Gastronomie Francaise!” or one of his other catch phrases I can’t understand . Once entering the store, he treats everyone to a full day of non stop mostly incomprehensible chatter. Yesterday he told Pierre and Olivier they were his best friends, invited me to dinner (which I couldn’t attend), demonstrated his penmanship, and celebrated the performance of the stock market before treating us to this little dance. You might want to turn the music down.
If I was living here full time you would all be receiving weekly posts on this phenomenon.
September 18, 2009 at 8:16 pm
That dede reminds me of an older version of those annoying neighborhood kids…
September 19, 2009 at 5:34 am
I wasn’t aware you were supposed to tuck in your sweater vest, amazing cowboy hat too
September 19, 2009 at 5:06 pm
If those kids would wear ridiculous outfits, be politically volatile, and drive 30 minutes on their mopeds to save me 3 euros on a 6 pack I’d hate them a lot less.
September 20, 2009 at 11:09 pm
rollin’ the dice and hangin’ ten…
sick dance moves!
he would kill it at the pipeline bar.