We are sitting in one of our favorite places in Chinon – the Café Français. Rich just gets through saying that he will take Gwen here when she comes to visit, that it is exactly her kind of place. He is thinking of the ambiance, the Frenchness of it, as well as the really good music they have playing in the background. We are lounging in very comfortable leather chairs quaffing our glasses of red Chinon wine. The band is setting up for a live performance of New Orleans style zydeco later that night. Suddenly his phone rings. Guess who is calling?
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