Years ago at a brocante I found a stack of stones slabs, that once were part of a building facade (1800s) in Marseille. I bought as many as I could to have a stone fountain built in our courtyard.
It took two men to carry each piece of stone slab to the car. I had to make several trips to the brocante, because my car couldn't manage the weight of all of the slabs at once.
Every morning the muscle men would come into my kitchen for a cup of espresso before starting work... Every morning I served espresso in the daintiest cups I had... just to see those big strong hands hold the cups with care.
Frenchmen know how to handle a pink. I thought you might find that interesting this Monday morning.
Ask me something about France in the comment section, and tomorrow I'll pick a few of your questions and answer them... the ones I pick will receive a prize.
Think fun, crazy, happy questions please... I need a diversion.