I asked them once how they met. They were in Nantes where Jacqueline grew up. And Jean was a student who was renting a room in the house next door to Jacqueline’s parents home. He peeked over the stone wall because he wanted to get a better look at the charming and lovely lady he’d seen in the yard next door. If memory serves correctly, I want to say that she was hanging laundry to dry and he was spying on her. It was love.
Happy Anniversary chers parents francais! I wish you many more happy years to come!