Everyone in Paris had a favorite chicken man. Mine was Bouba, a Senegalese giant who worked the chicken business inside the meat market near our apartment. He was black as night and wore a matching shirt with white pinstripes. Each… Read More ›
Everyone in Paris had a favorite chicken man. Mine was Bouba, a Senegalese giant who worked the chicken business inside the meat market near our apartment. He was black as night and wore a matching shirt with white pinstripes. Each… Read More ›