Leave your muskets there, take a corkscrew

“Leave your muskets there, which are too heavy for your arms”: sieur Boileau, as you say truly. It is a time to fight, another to party. Forget skirmishes. Instead, let yourself be won over by the organoleptic sounds, starting with the screams of the corkscrews at the hour of the brave, the aperitif.Almost three decades …

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