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You walk into a café and meet Robert “Roro” who’s been writing about la rue Mouffetard and other things… Skyblog de proflarue : Professeur Larue Penseur Mondain

600 gr buttersquash – courgettes or zuccinis, diced

1tbsp olive oil

3 minced cloves of garlic

1 tsp fresh ginger finely chopped

1 small yellow onion, thinly sliced

1 lemon, squeezed

1tsp light soy sauce

salt, peper

Heat oil in a frying pan, add courgettes, onion, ginger, garlic and cook for 2 min at hight heat stirring frequently; lower heat, pour in lemon juice and cover to simmer for 15 min on low heat.

Add salt, pepper, light soy sauce and keep on low heat until tender.

From Le Monde about Christophe Greber: Le Monde.fr : Un habitant de Puteaux comparaît pour diffamation sur son blog

This has a comic angle, too, if you study the characters who were riled by Christophe’s blogging.

It's the last night of the first period of the season. It's below zero, depending on where you stand on the trottoir in which quartier. But when you enter the café de la mairie, place st. sulpice, warmth is present, a café awaits you, Laurence is smiling. At the pool, a temple of aquatic sports, where wazzaaapool shares the lanes with the Senate association's divers, everything is cool, as cool as a jazz radio station soothing our cavernous existence in the showers, as we get wet. The water in the 25m pool is crystal clean, with some snot from previous swimmers, but otherwise impeccable. Temperature, at 27°C, the coolest in town, just right for a long stretch. 800 with Jerome, Adrien, Caroline, crawl, long and smooth. The water is crisp, the body warms up. Aurelie arrives for 50 crawl work out. The hard part of crawling are the attack and the exit. Hands need to remain flexible, but the concentration has to be there. Grab the water and go. 10×100 sprints, 400 backstroke, 400 kickboard, 10×50 sprints extreme. The police somehow appear at the window peaking in. Is this for real? Yes, another couple of 25 sprints and time for a cold shower