Mont de Marsan

And back in Paris things seemed to go
smoothly. We found a farmer in Marolle
en Brie who wanted to give the biological
approach a go. And some new people were
interested. Fortunately, cause I was gonna
stop. Emile, the drummer in Jean's reggae
band had inherited a substantial amount
and bought an old bakery in Mont de Marsan.
There was room enough for two more residents.
I was quick to seize my chance. Who else?
No, not Agnès ... but Yvette. When Jean
was there we could have a game of bridge.
I hardly played the saxophone anymore and
was more and more trying to play Emile's
drums. Occasionally I worked in the bakery,
but not very often. Emile was trying to
talk me into a trip to Kathmandu.