Mr Romance

A week ago Mrs T and I went shopping on rue d'Antibes in search of Christmas presents for The Boss. It was whilst admiring the Chocolate Window that a very strange old man with dirty -literally- long grey hair and aviators approached me and started speaking to me in French. I recognised a few words such as Coaffure -if that's even how you spell it, but basically means Hair, and some other words I cannot spell or pronounce... I did however, understand that he was saying my hair style was nice. So I smiled and thanked him trying to walk away, but he kept walking alongside me and saying stuff like ' My Cherry..' and I was absolutely freaked out!!
A few minutes later he approaced me again and this time in English, said: "I wish you a lot of romance in life." OMG! I was shocked, confused, scared and flattered at the same time! Here was this old person wishing me something so beautiful and he didn't even know me.

Three days later I was in the supermarket and saw the same old guy again. This time he wore leather trousers!! and his hair was clean. He was also with a woman, an old and leathery one (all women here look like that - too much sun exposure) with pin like legs, and they followed me through the store. Now, maybe it was just my imagination but the guy was everywhere I looked - and it's a big store!

The third time was just plain freaky! Mrs T and myself were out and about, purchasing Spanish vines for the festive season when the old man appeared again!!! This time, he didn't notice me, or at least I think so because I hid behind a mannequin outside a shop... He was wearing a very nice suede shirt - tres chic...

On the other hand, maybe he thought I was stalking him! After all, I did know what he wore and when, when he washed his hair and when he shopped with leathery lady friend.....