"Come in, I was waiting for you, I'm really hungry, are you okay if we sit down to dinner?"
With a smile slung over his shoulder, a friendly pat on the back and a mess of hair, Christian Jeanpierre opens wide the doors of his Parisian apartment to us.
All in relaxation.
And without losing his legendary kindness.
On the menu, fried pork, lemon chicken, Cantonese rice, pie and chocolate cake as a treat.
It is almost 1:30 pm, the dashing fiftieth birthday (he will celebrate his 56th spring next April) "
has the fangs
", after a day started at 6 am - like every day of the week - by his traditional review of press (RTL,
Le Figaro, L'Équipe
and
Le Parisien
), an hour at the swimming pool, before many phone calls.
"
My brain works in the morning, I have ideas while playing sports, it fires
, he jokes when he sits at the table.
You are alone in front of yourself and I have the printer working
. "
From Christian Jeanpierre in the text.
Insatiable and endlessly
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