I wish I could say, "I was walking in the forest behind my house along the old Roman road when I saw something shiny at my feet, and guess what I found? An old coin with three Fleur de Lys and a crown on it!"
But no.
Instead, the story goes…
I was at a brocante, (no duh do you go to them often?) visiting a stand I frequent. After buying a few things, the dealer said, "Here take this, it is a gift because you often stop at my stand, and I am grateful."
How thoughtful.
Instead of a Lucky penny, I received graciousness French style.
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