CHEZ EVELYNE

Who has never dreamed of living in the country one day, in a small house ? In fact, to become part of that new group of people inhabiting our green pastures, the « rurbans » ? Don’t be fooled : the country is no more a paradise than the city. Where you expected to hear the birds singing in the morning, you get the din of tractors and other machines that have sometimes nothing to do with agriculture. Where you expected the straightforward and friendly atmosphere of the village café, you find yourself in the middle of old drunkards, not to mention the fights of the local youth. But at Evelyne’s, it’s not the same. For tonight, the village is having a fair…

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