The weather has been so absolutely glorious the past few weeks that I have felt like singing on my way to work...
That rhythm of town
Starts calling me down
It's like a message from high above
Oh, oh, oh
Pulling me out to the smiles and the streets that I love
Good morning Bourran
Every day's like an open door!
Okay, this all probably sounds quite silly. But like Baltimore, (now if you haven't seen Hairspray, you must, but in English) Bourran, or the New Rodez, is much maligned. In fact, it seems to be quite fashionable to criticize our little La Défense:
"C'est une horreur!"
"Ils l'ont raté!"
"Moi, je n'y mets jamais les pieds!"
But Bourran is growing. And it is growing on me.