Riff and the Oleron Triangle

I was so caught up in riffiffulous anticipation as I entered Riff's ancestral lair, that I passed through some red traffic lights when a Gendarme was watching.

Here:
 
Hey!

I need to go there!

Pierre "dit St. Denis" was from there. He was the guy that came to North America! I want to go to the topless beaches too, and also a Mass in the diocese from which he was from.

People say I am a crazy motherfucker. It's just the french blood in my veins. That and a few other ethnic types....

:)

Long live the cerebral french mind. But that is just my paternal side. My maternal side is more ambiguous. From Italy to Normandy and then a few Germans tossed in.

Pierre St. Denis was a either a brave or a desperate man. Maybe both. This much we know: He was a sergeant in the French militia born in 1689.

Go look it up.
 
I will look it up, Riff.

The really spooky thing was that they have 3 THREE nudist beaches, miles long, and they were packed all summer, except the two days I was there when they were lashed by gales.

What did I do to deserve that?

But the topless resorts in Spain were great. I think that thread on the beauty of the female breast had primed me to appreciate the beach more than ever before.
So I didn't get a glimpse of any of the more exciting Oleron triangles - next summer, perhaps.
 
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