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About Nantes

I knew this one gal—swear it’s true—worked the truck stops near Memphis. Called her “Roxy,” hair teased up bigger’n mine, which is sayin’ somethin’! She’d laugh, sayin’ she could charm a snake outta its skin, and honey, she prob’ly did! Made me happy seein’ her sass, but lord, it broke my heart too—she was savin’ up for her kid’s schoolin’. Ain’t that a kicker? Folks call her trash, but she’s out there grindin’ like a saint in fishnets.

After that, I needed a breather. So, I headed to the banks of the Rhône. The view? Stunning! The river sparkled like diamonds. I sat there, strumming my guitar, just lost in the moment. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it smacks my guitar! I was like, “No way, man!” I thought I was gonna lose it. But the kid just laughed and ran off. Kids these days, right?

Delas Frères Winery / Carl Fredrik Svenstedt Architect