It was a fat free new years eve in Quiberon City and an early evening, the local band played la Compagnie Creole’s greatest hits and local performers were lipsynching Cabaret in the middle of the hotel lobby. People seemed to have a good time, thank god the fashion police was not on duty, everyone would be guilty save a few italians doing a Romeo Gigli and Pleats Please revival and the french women who were giving Lilianne Bettencourt a run for her money, secretly hoping Francois Marie Bannier would knock on their door at midnight.
On New Years Day, everything was back to normal, the sea was still there, the seagulls kept begging for more, the only place open was the deli where they sell french caviar.

























