The dust from three years internecine warfare across the Channel has finally settled. Birds are haunting as the morning quiet of an exclusive Parisian neighbourhood, is rudely broken by a national anthem ringtone.
“Monsieur Président. C'est lui, de l'autre côté de la Manche, au téléphone!”
“Sacrebleu! Que veut l'idiot blond maintenant?”
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