IN A STREET OF PARIS A NEGRO IS COMING NEAR A WOMAN WITH A BABY, ABANDONNED BY HER HUSBAND FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS OR DAYS. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SUMMER. I AM OBSERVING HIS TACTICS... "I AM SITTING ON THE BENCH OF SUBSTITUTES" HE WHISPERS. THEN, SEEING THAT SHE IS A LITTLE BIT SHY WITH A SMILE: "JUST TELL ME AND I WILL START THE OVERHEATING".
EXCEPT THE SHYNESS OF THIS WOMAN (NOT THAT BEAUTIFUL) I FELT IN THE XVIIIth CENTURY SUDDENLY DURING A WHILE. WHAT WOULD FROM THE FAMOUS FRENCH 'DOUCEUR DE VIVRE' STAY WITHOUT NEGROES?
STANDING AT MAIN TOURISTIC SUBWAY STATIONS, FROM NORTH OR SOUTH AFRICA, THEY DO PERPETUATE FOR GERMAN OR DUTCH TOURISTS THE TRADITIONNAL TYPICAL FRENCH LOVER.