WARM BEERS & BITTER TEARS

The British population of Marzipâne, a small, southern French commune, eventually tipped beyond critical mass and thus, as The Eternal Law of Anglo-Saxon Sprawl dictated, an English pub selling warm ales and all-day Sunday roasts was duly opened on the town square.

All Union Jacks a-flying proudly in the face of the relentlessly howling Mistral. And the French.

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