My Grandad by neilmac

http://www.abctales.com/story/neilmc/my-grandad

Really enjoyed this poem, well written. Reminded me, not of my grand-dad but my father-in-law. At the age of 80 we took him to Paris and just like neilmac's grandad, he 'was a man of simple taste; no croissants not polenta crossed his lips'. But he did develop a real taste in the end for croissants - looked like a regular Frenchman, sitting outside a cafe by the Arc de Triomphe, dipping them in his coffee boule. Many moons ago now, unfortunately. Anyway thankyou neilmac - it conjured up fond memories for me. SSS