It’s election year in France and the news is dominated by claims Republican candidate François Fillon spent almost a million euros of state money to pay his wife for an allegedly fictitious job as his assistant.
After the festive excess, it’s back to the gym.
“Je voudrais un six-pack,” I explain to Jean-Nicholas, le gérant.
“Je ne comprends pas.”
“Vous savez, avoir des abdos comme Ronaldo… Ca s’appelle comment en français?”
“Ah, vous voulez dire des tablettes de chocolat!”