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We’d decided to head down to Flèche’s house to go fishing; the day before, I’d loaded up the car with enough flies, rods and reels to last a year. Vilmo left his building at 7 a.m. sharp, and an hour later we were heading for the “Sunshine Highway”. We’d barely got our waders on! We were as excited as kids, and I’ll tell you one fishing story, and I’ll tell you another… in short, we didn’t need the radio on. A little before Lyon, we fueled up and had some sandwiches while drinking Coke, which gave us the opportunity to have a nice burping contest. We set off again, the sun was finally starting to come out of the clouds, opened the windows and fell silent, lulled by the sound of the wind and the engine. We rode through the city like a fart on oilcloth and began to skirt the Rhone. We knew that 2 hours later, we’d be at the water’s edge. Vilmo started to doze off, and I could feel that digesting the rillettes/coca sandwich was taking all my energy. I turned on the radio…I don’t know what station it was, but it was the complete James Brown concert at the Olympia in 1968!
When we got out of the car in front of Flèche’s house, we were dancing like the Godfather! Excited as fleas! His dog Zoé, terrified by our shouts and wiggles, ran off into the bushes, and we didn’t find him until nightfall.