Serge Kruger sat at a terrace in Bordeaux. He ordered a meal. The cuisine was Chinois. The provincial rue was quiet, until the saucisson arrived to his table, then la vie se arrive.
Serge knows Paris and some beautiful women of Aquitaine love a good saucission.
fotos by Serge Kruger, who later corrected my post.
“Rouleau de printemps, not saucisson! it’s a vegetable soja mint rolled in a sweet transparent eatable material, and some shrimps: very excellent when fresh, like here me.”
Sorry, looked like saucisson to me, but maybe it’s an illusion.