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10.02.2007

The Story of Us, The Story of Martin and Roddy



We adore all things French (poodles, fries, robots). Oui, oui and oh la la ma cherie! We like the couture, the crepes, and marvel that French women really don't get fat (all those baguettes! can you imagine? ). And we find this 1969 French children's classic, Martin Pebble, to be just delightful and enchanting. Like a trip down the French Riviera. Long skinny cigarette in hand, red beret on head, dressed in a black and white striped cashmere sweater, with a beautiful Pepe driving the boat....

"It's the story of a little boy, Martin, who blushes a lot, and who is happiest in the summer, when everyone else has a red face too. He sets out to find a reason for his strange affliction, and finds a friend instead – a boy called Roddy Rackett, who keeps on sneezing, even when he doesn’t have a cold. But one day, his new best friend moves away. Martin Pebble makes other friends, but doesn’t have the same bond with any of them as he did with Roddy Rackett – the kind of friendship where you play games and make jokes but are also happy just to be in each other’s company, saying nothing but still never feeling bored. Years pass and Martin grows up, but he never forgets his childhood friend. One day they meet again, on a crowded bus in the city. There is a lot of catching up to do, but they soon realize that some things never change: Martin still blushes, Roddy still sneezes, and the two of them are still the very best of friends."

Fran and Jude have a special friendship, a kindred bond. And that is just something you don't find every day. Here's to our friendship, a rare one but true. And here's to you and your Martin, your Roddy, your Frances, your Jude.
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