I just got back from my favorite café. And on the walk home I saw a nun, dressed in full habit, cream colored, with the hair thing and the cream colored rosary dangling, walk out of the bar up the street. A star for the day for the person who comes up with the most creative and holy reason for her to be in the bar. My guess is she was having a cup of coffee or using the restroom but neither of those is creative or holy.
Just after the nun in the bar (sounds like the beginning of a bad joke) I heard a rooster doing his rooster thing. (Another beginning of another bad joke.) No, really, at 10:00 am in the city center of Laval, a few blocks from my house, I heard cock-a-doodle-do.
Know what French roosters say? Cocqorico.
I wonder how his neighbors feel about that.