the calanques

when i arrived in france this summer ,i expected to find the calanques heaving with discontent at he proposal to make it a national park.it all seemed very peaceful and normal with no sign in the press or the firebrand lady leading the opposition .no one seemed to have heard anything and there was me preparing to march. as was pointed out if the national park prohibits the spread of the scourge that is pizza and irish pubs it can be no bad thing.this seems to have been an invention of the silly season ,like the article that appeared about apt. a den of thieves and gangsters congregating around a cafe where every type of deal from drugs to white slavery was being done.the gangsters always drove cars with the dreaded number thirteen number plate.the cafe concerned is a decent Establishment last time i was there two old men and granny were having a drink and the 13 number plate is the one that signals bouches du rhone. reporters get bored in the summer and i should have learned by now not to believe everything i read