“Ah, the man with no name! The Clint Eastwood of the gunslingers. I would have brought my cigarillos if I had known I was in the presence of such a legend.”
“No smoking in here.”
“But of course. Just a reference to the Sergio Leone films. They were popular in my youth. I remember actually running to the theater in Saint-Michel for a marathon of all three, one summer evening. Trying not to spill my homemade popcorn I was carrying in an old water bucket and failing miserably. Ducks following behind gobbling up my jetsam as if I was the Pied Piper, ha!”
“The castle? Mont Saint-Michel?”
“Oh yes, the very one. The old girl is majestic. A wonder of the world, I would argue. Many days we would play hide and seek among the narrow streets, the odd corners and dark spaces. Ghosts ran with us, I
