Family legend has it that as tall as three apples, around 5 or 6 years old, little Joël left his parents company in the streets of Aix-en-Provence.
Stressed with stress, his heart pounding, Joël Giraud's father and mother roamed the city in search of their rascal.
And ended up finding the gourmet thug at the piano of a restaurant.
He was bravely discussing the benefits of food with the chef of a modest establishment in Aix where he had taken up residence.
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A few months later, the mischievous and uncontrollable toddler reiterated by devouring without reserve the bottoms of glasses left on a table at the end of a family ceremony.
There again, the anguished tribe, in search of the little one who cannot be found, ends up finding him knocked down, alcoholic, and snoring thunderously under a table ... A certainty, curious, intrepid, greedy, the kid eager to learn was going to love life and good dear.
His mother was very quickly aware of this and multiplied the delicacies, like
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