Elegant
pyramids of apples, magnificent bursts of artichokes, fragrant tufts of parsley and dill, a parade of shiny eggplants, mushroom bouquet, batteries, pears, spinach Falls, piles of carrots, tomatoes and then switched to the mirror, well-washed potatoes , tangerines, peppers, squash, zucchini, radishes, turnips, fennel, lettuce and a few avocado, the frescoes of the fruit market stalls Parisian vie eagerly interest ozone stroller. Monsieur Bueren, in particular, was particularly proud of his work. Every weekend she locked herself in room and planned majestic cathedrals of bananas, round vegetable soup, or other citrus mosaic masterpieces of architecture to stand; Pomme-tzamparc , his colleagues called him kindly. For that Monday
Monsieur Bueren had prepared a reproduction of "The Virgin of the Rocks," her favorite painting from the days when his mother took him to the Louvre on Sundays in summer to enjoy the coolness of the ancient marbles. His van was parked nearby, the real winter had not yet begun, but the frost that rising before dawn, Mr. Bueren considered as a negligible astronomical This evidence suggestive character, I think the heat wave museum nostalgia of his childhood and clutched his coat in the cold .
Nevertheless, he knew it was the ideal time to make Autumn colors of the painting by Leonardo with the mottled shade of chestnut; pleased anticipation of the wonder and amazement of fellow customers, the grocer started up the van with some difficulty sleeping, slipped in the very early morning traffic thinned and directed the vehicle at a time of general markets.
the van liked to do load of watermelons (in summer) and chestnut (winter), impatient as a child on Christmas Eve, he had lived all the waiting in a state of restlessness now turn a seat Now the sun batticchiava nervously, now biting the brake discs. She fell asleep exhausted later than usual and did not notice the figures that illegally introduced into the compartment goods. The next morning, parked on the hard shoulder of a boulevard périphérique still desert, the truck realized with dismay that the cargo of chestnuts was postponed to an unspecified date when he saw the intruder kill in cold blood Monsieur Bueren the flashing of the four arrows.
