Been there a couple of times... it's super sweet! The second time was as part of my European road trip thanggg - my friend managed to crash into a french guy who was driving his wife's car to the gym

. He was really, really, really nice, though... the bump happened near his house, so we went back with him there to fill out details and ting. We went in through some underground carpark, which was über sketchy, like something out of a gangster film... but we didn't get kidnapped, so it was all good. He was really nice about it all, chatted to us about our plans, gave us tips about places to go, cracked funny jokes, spoke flawless English, and was basically just a legend... nothing like the rude Parisians you're all banging on about

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Psshtttttt, it's all about
Fawlty Towers 
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