<em>"I know just the place,"</em>Jean said.  Taking a few minutes to lock everything away.  He replaced his stained shirt with a clean, collared one he sometimes went out in with friends.  Calling over his shoulder as he dressed behind the door, he answered her.<em>"Yes, my family has worked the land for centuries."</em><br/><br/>Walking over to her, he smiled.<em>"Ill show you this hole in the wall place... best food around.  Place just looks like a soup kitchen or something.  Come.  Ill show you."</em>Reaching out, he took her hand and escorted her as a gentleman should.<em>"I know France the way most men know thier first love.  I will show you some of her secrets, yes?</em>"  The whole city was thier oyster tonight.