Everywhere she goes, she always...
That thing with the mistral? And the thunder and rain? Can it go away, please? Yes, please, leave Marseille.
OK.
...
NO! Not to Nice, you hell gods. That's where I'm going too!
That thing with the mistral? And the thunder and rain? Can it go away, please? Yes, please, leave Marseille.
OK.
...
NO! Not to Nice, you hell gods. That's where I'm going too!
Oh, bad mistral! As long as you don't start composing pained poetry!
And watch your absinthe.