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Since all the French have liver disease, Royale quickly becomes Royale-les-Eaux; and Royale Mineral Water in a torpedo-shaped bottle tailed to the list of mineral water in hotels and food wagons on trains. It could not bear the mighty synergies between Vichy, Perrier and Vittel. A series of lawsuits broke out, some people losing a lot of money. And it wasn’t long before Royale Mineral Water was once again sold entirely locally. JESUS REACHING HAND POSTER. Royale saw declines in income from French and British families in the summer, from fishing fleets in the winter; from the crumbs that fell from Le Touquet’s table into an elegantly rickety casino pocket. But in the Royal Casino Negresco flair there is something magnificent, a strong mark of elegance and elegance; by 1950, Royale attracted the hobby of a Parisian union investing in it large sums of money owned by a pro-Vichy group in exile. Brighton has risen from the war, and Nice as well. Nostalgia in the golden, more generous times can be a source of income. The casino is repainted in the original white and gilded colors, rooms are decorated in the lightest gray, carpets and curtains in a red wine color.
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Flower chandeliers are dangling from the ceiling. The garden was trimmed, fountains turned on again; the two main hotels, the Splendide and the Hermitage, have been decorated, polished and staffed reassignment. Even the small town and the old harbor try to keep a warm welcome smile on the ragged faces, the main street is playful with the glass cabinets displaying the great Parisian jewelry and fashion, inviting A fleeting holiday season with free accommodations and generous promises. So the Mahomet Ali Union was flirting with launching a high-profile casino gambling; The Bains de Mer Royale association now feels Le Touquet will eventually have to make concessions to some property stolen over the years from its original beach. On this sparkling and clear stage background, Bond stood in the sun feeling the absurdity and isolation of his mission, his profession being an insult to his co-stars. He shrugged off the momentary discomfort, walked around behind the hotel and down the slope down the garage.
Before the meeting in the Hermitage, Bond decided to drive along the coastline to see through Le Chiffre’s mansion, then back by land on the road until he met the highway to Paris. Cars are Bond’s only personal hobby. One of the latest 4.5-liter Bentley models with a booster pump designed by Amherst Villiers, he purchased it almost as new in 1933 and kept it carefully stored through the war. Every year the car is maintained. In London, a former Bentley mechanic, who was working for a repair facility near Bond’s Chelsea apartment, tended to it with jealousy. JESUS REACHING HAND POSTER. Bond drove the car boldly and deftly, with an almost carnal sensation. This is a really improved gray two-seater convertible and is capable of running 90 miles at 30 mph reverse speed. Bond backed out of the garage and ran up the slope. Soon the distracting bangs escaping from the 2-inch exhaust resounded on the tree-lined boulevard, through the busy town main road, and out past sand dunes south. An hour later, Bond entered the Hermitage pub and selected a table near one of the wide windows. The room was splendid with masculine decorations, which paired with a heather smoking pipe and a hound hound embody French luxury.
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All are leather inlaid with polished brass and ebony, curtains and royal blue lining. The waitresses wore striped vests and green wool aprons. Bond ordered a glass of Americano and gazed at the brilliance of overly dressed customers he guessed mostly from Paris sitting and chatting focused and energetic, creating a dramatic social atmosphere of the time. aperitif drinking spot. Men drink endless bottles of champagne, women use ice-free Martini. Honey, I like to drink without ice, a bright-faced girl tells her companion stiffened in an out of season tweed suit. The man was staring blankly at her with wet brown eyes over the head of a Hermes money-walking stick, mixed with Gordon, of course. Agree, Daisy. But you know, lemon peel. Bond’s gaze was drawn to Mathis’s tall figure on the pavement outside, his expression flexible because of a dark-haired girl in gray clothing.
