A long time ago, in the past century, in the city of Quimper (southern part of France's Brittany), was a true Pilot who knew the true Aircrafts, and had probably be trained the old way.
His particularity, he always had a tube of harissa (hot red chili pepper paste) in his pocket, all restaurants did not provide such a condiment.
He owned a Morane Rallye and ran a small air company, towing advertisement
banners above the ocean beaches.
One day, flying his Rally thru a briton weather, low ceiling over the "Monts d'Arrée ( the brittany mountains), he hears a lost aircraft requesting help. He answers, they talk together calmly and our man locates the lost guy, joins him and escorts him in sight of Quiberon.
Unfortunately, he has no time to accept the survivor's invitation to land have a
drink, but in return, he invited him to come and say "Hello" in Quimper when
On the next day, as he was on the parking area, doing some current maintenance to his Rally, a Gardan Horizon plane stops nearby and a tall guy, looking like a tramp gets out holding a bottle of whisky in his hand.
That's how our Briton pilot spent the evening with Jacques Brel.
Oh yes, in those years, on the Quiberon airfield, one could sometimes meet Jacques Brel and his "Gardan" or, more frequently, Loison Bobet (a french bicycle champion) with one of his planes.
My personal souvenir about the "Grand Jacques" is when I refuelled his Gardan at Romans (40 miles south from Lyon France) as a small and slim kid who haunted the airfield on every saturday sunday and holidays, trying to earn a 10 minutes flight in a D112 (Jodel) I was 17 or 18 years old.
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