Quel scandale. I was sitting in the local cafe this morning when Martine arrived looking a little ashen. Anché, the sleepy commune of less than 300 inhabitants, of which she is mayor, is suddenly on the front page of several newspapers and generating lurid headlines.
The reason? Allegations that the little cafe-bar in the village has become a centre of vice, with prostitutes being shipped in from Poitiers on a regular basis. Meanwhile, according to gossip in the village, Jean-Paul, the bar's flamboyant, bouffant-haired proprietor, has been arrested amid allegations of pimping. It's more than a little shocking given that Anché is such a peaceful little backwater. But really, who said that life in rural France was boring?

Whores alors!
Prossies from Poitiers - whatever next? It's just like a microcosm of the world really isn't it? I wonder who the clients were?