Seated at the edge of the brown parquet floor lit by lanterns, Roger, white hair combed to the side, shirt perfectly buttoned under his dark jacket, watches with an eagle eye the arrival of one of his usual partners at Gégène. .
“I have always been a fan of musette dancing, explains this 74-year-old former restaurateur while sipping his Coke zero.
I come here every weekend except when it rains.
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