Rouleur,
19 August 2011
This puncheur doesn't do rolling around in the bunch, waiting for things to happen.
The woman in the ticket queue at Lille station was plainly deranged. Her ranting monologue, directed at no one in particular, everyone with ears to hear, seemed to originate in root distaste for everywhere in general, Belgium in particular. She’d escaped, once, and was heading back there. I neither