I bought a cheese last night, it looked a bit like Brie. That reminds me of my student hitching days. Back then I kept one in my backpack from Nice to Paris, for about four days. It got so ripe and runny that the smell got to Paris ahead of me. I was not the sophisticated gourmand that life has since made me and didn’t know it this was good or bad for a French cheese but those around soon told me.
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