Enjolras:
Now tell me again why we’re not at Café Musain?
Combeferre: Simple,
they’re um…
Courfeyrac: Redecorating!
Enjolras:
Redecorating? That doesn’t seem very likely, not to mention the fact that-
Courfeyrac: Just be quiet
and enjoy the walk
Enjolras:
And I don’t understand why we’re walking outside
Combeferre: Come on
Enjolras, just enjoy the night air.
Javert: (In the distance)
There, out in the darkness, a fugitive running…
Enjolras:
What is that?
Courfeyrac: A wild animal
of some sort probably. Come on, just see the city around you.
Jehan: I don’t like it
outside in the dark.
Feuilly: Why don’t you
write a poem about it?
Jehan: Okay! Ahem.
Let’s see, hmmm…
Grantaire: While he’s
doing that…
Enjolras:
Where are we going?
Courfeyrac: We’re just
walking. Calm down, it’s better than writing a paper for Blondeau
Enjolras:
I guess so…
Jehan: Let’s see, what
rhymes with stars? Bars…oh, mars!
Um, In the sky fiery stars
The Women of Paris
Turning, turning, turning through the years-
Enjolras:
Who in the blazes are you?
The Women of Paris We
are the women of Paris! We are singing about the sacrifice you made!
Enjolras:
The sacrifice? What sacrifice?
The Women of Paris Oh,
are we here early? Darn it! Um, no sacrifice, nothing, just go back to your
little barricade…
Courfeyrac: Well, that
was disturbing…
Enjolras:
Yes…
Patron-Minette suddenly come out of a dark alley,
absorbed in their conversation.
Thenardier: …And then we
beat her over the head like this ::demonstrates::
Glorieux: But what if
she starts screaming or something?
Thenardier: Then you tell
your mother to shut up!
Glorieux: Got it. (See,
they’re really, really mean!)
Jehan: Perhaps we should
go a different way?
Bahorel: Why?
Combeferre: The fastest
way between two points is a straight line, and that is the way we are going.
Jehan: But-
Babet: Now what do we
have here?
Enjolras:
Nothing, we’re just passing through
Gueulemer: Oh, look at
this one, he’s so little
Jehan: (under his
breath) It’s not my fault that you’re fat
Gueulemer: What was
that?
Jehan: Nothing
Babet: So where are you
fine young men going?
Enjolras:
Nowhere. And we have to get there now, so excuse us.
Gueulemer: Oh yes, run
away.
Enjolras:
We’re not running, just walking away
Jehan: I wouldn’t mind
running.
Thenardier: Oh, the boys
are afraid.
Bahorel: We aren’t
afraid
Combeferre: Just in a
hurry
Montparnasse: You
didn’t seem in such a hurry a few moments ago
Enjolras:
We just realized that we had lost track of the hour
Thenardier: Oh, yeah, they
lost track of the hour
Gueulemer: Students are
such women
Bahorel: ::punching
his fist:: That’s it, now you have insulted our honor
Enjolras:
I guess there is only one thing to do
Two minutes later
Enjolras:
Ha, scissors, that cuts paper!
Thenardier: Best two out of
three!
Enjolras:
Fine.
Thenardier: Darn it!
Enjolras:
Ok, paper covers rock, we win. So we pick the game
Montparnasse: But we
wanted to pick the game
Gueulemer: Actually,
I’m a little glad that we lost. I’m not really up to a tango competition
today.
Babet: But we would have
won!
Enjolras:
We doubt that, we are very talented
dancers. Anyway, we have decided to play a series of games and the winner is the
one with the most games won.
Thenardier: Fine, what’s
first?
Enjolras:
A game of true skill and danger
Two minutes later…
Enjolras:
Are we ready?
Gueulemer: No, I don’t
trust them!
Enjolras:
That’s too bad.
Gueulemer: You guys had
better be careful
Babet: We will be
Enjolras:
Everyone have your blades?
Thenardier: Yeah, yeah.
Enjolras:
Then on my count. One, Two, Three!
Jehan proceeds to begin cutting Combeferre’s hair
while Babet tries to do the same to Gueulemer.
Grantaire: I wanted to cut
the hair!
Enjolras:
It was hard enough to convince Combeferre to do this with Jehan cutting the
hair. I don’t think he’d let you anywhere near him with scissors.
Grantaire: At least I
would have done it with some panache
Enjolras:
Panache is the last thing Combeferre needs.
Courfeyrac: Jehan’s
actually quite good at that.
Enjolras:
Is that a surprise? One minute left!
Babet: Damn, this is
harder than I thought!
Gueulemer: Ah, careful
with that blade! Oh, my ear!
Feuilly: He’s just
like Van Gogh.
Gueulemer: I’m not
going anywhere.
Feuilly: No, Van
Gogh he was an artist, oh, never mind.
Gueulemer: Ow!
Enjolras:
Time!
Thenardier: Okay, how do we
judge this?
Enjolras:
We’ll pick someone random off the street and they’ll judge
Thenardier: I’ll choose ::picks
someone who looks suspiciously like Mme Thenardier.::
Glorieux: Hey, isn’t
that your wife Thenardi-
Thenardier: Shut up! So,
random person off the street, whose haircut do you think is better?
Enjolras:
Do you really think we are that stupid? This time pick a really random person!
Thenardier: Fine, fine! You
sir, which haircut do you think is better?
Random Person: ::pointing
to Combeferre’s perfectly coiffed head:: Definitely that one!
Thenardier: Little you
know, little you see!!!
Random Person: Okay…I’ll just be going now…
Gueulemer: Damn it, I
let you butcher my head for nothing.
Babet: Well, if your
hair wasn’t so ugly to begin with
Gueulemer: Shut up!
Enjolras:
Okay, next game!
Thenardier: What now?
Hopscotch?
Enjolras:
Better: Hula-Hoop contest!
Claquesous: (sarcastic)
Oh that sounds like fun.
Two minutes later…
Courfeyrac: ::hula-hooping
with ease:: I could do this all day.
Babet: ::hula-hooping
with difficulty:: I don’t see why I have to do this
Thenardier: Because we all
have too much dignity
Gueulemer: And I
couldn’t fit in the hula-hoop
Enjolras:
First Hula-hoop that falls to the floor loses.
Ten minutes later
Babet: I don’t think I
can last much longer
Montparnasse: You have
to!
Babet: But my hips were
not meant for such strenuous activity
Courfeyrac: Mine were. If
you can’t take the heat…
Babet: Fine, I give up! ::his
hula-hoop falls to the floor::
Blazing burning
Just beyond flaming mars
Twisting turning-
Patron Minette:
No!
Amis: Yay!
Enjolras:
Two-nothing, you guys aren’t tough as we thought.
Gueulemer: Maybe if we
did something manly…
Enjolras:
Fine, Arm wrestling is next
Jehan and Gueulemer are set up at a table
Gueulemer: I can’t
believe they sent the little one to try and defeat me.
Glorieux: They knew that
they couldn’t win so they decided not to even try
Courfeyrac: We’ll
see…
Jehan: Ready.
Enjolras:
Are you ready Gueulemer?
Gueulemer: As if I could
not be ready for this little wimp.
Enjolras:
Then on my count. One, Two, Three!
Jehan and Gueulemer begin to arm wrestle. Just as it
seems Gueulemer has won Jehan suddenly, easily, defeats him.
Enjolras:
Jehan is the winner!
Gueulemer: How is that
possible?!
Jehan: Hey, you can’t
act as quote ‘wimpy’ as I do and not be able to defend yourself. I’ve been
taking self-defense classes for years. Crouching tiger, hidden dragon!!!
Gueulemer: This is
ludicrous, impossible! Look at him! I can’t believe this is, I am disgraced.
Enjolras:
You should be, we have won three contests and you have zero.
Combeferre: Next game:
Bakeoff!
Two oven/kitchenettes magically appear full of ingredients.
Babet: Okay, that’s
just scary!
Courfeyrac: ::wiggling
his fingers:: WOoOoOoOoOo, magic!!!
Babet: Yeah…
Enjolras:
Anyone here ever seen Iron Chef?
Gueulemer: Never miss
it! I mean, um, yeah, sure, I’ve seen it a few times.
Enjolras:
That’s what you are to do. The only restrictions are that it must be a dessert
of some kind.
Claquesous: Why aren’t
you putting on an apron, boy?
Enjolras:
I will not be participating in this game because it wouldn’t be fair
Combeferre: Don’t you
know? Enjolras is a nationally renowned cook! More famous than any of those
buffoons on TV. (Since this is said kind of French, ‘buffoon’ sounds like
a really bad insult.) His duck a l’orange is to die for!
Claquesous: I see
Well, exactly one hour later a little timer rings.
Little timer: Ding!
Okay, dings.
Enjolras:
Everyone stop your cooking!
Patron-Minette displays a very nice cake
Enjolras:
So what is it?
Thenardier: A chocolate
cake
Enjolras:
Our judge will be an impoverished gamin. Feed them for an hour…
Gavroche: ::bounding
in:: So, where’s the cake?
Thenardier: Here boy, and
remember, (in best Darth Vader voice) Gav, I am your father
Gavroche: ::tasting
cake:: Hey, not bad, not bad! Actually, this I pretty darn good! It will be
hard to beat this!
Enjolras:
Okay boys, what did you make?
Courfeyrac: ::revealing
something that looks as if it should be on the cover of a magazine:: ::taking a
deep breath::White chocolate-raspberry crème-brulee tartlets with
chocolate mousse and raspberry sorbet with cocoa powder sprinkled on the top!
Enjolras:
Is that all?
Combeferre: Well, we had
limited time and ingredients.
Enjolras:
I see. So, Gavroche, how do you like it?
Gavroche: ::Stuffing
his face:: This is the best thing I have ever tasted!
Enjolras:
Better than the chocolate cake?
Gavroche: Definitely!
Enjolras:
It seems, gentlemen that we have won again.
Thenardier: This isn’t
fair!!!
Enjolras:
It’s quite fair gentlemen. The next contest will be-
Grantaire: Dressmaking!
Enjolras:
No, not dressmaking!
Grantaire: I want to make
a dress!!!
Enjolras:
That’s great Grantaire, but we are not going to have a contest in which we are
forced to make a dress!!!
Grantaire: Yes we are!
Enjolras:
No we’re not!
Grantaire: It’s too
late, we already started.
Enjolras:
::looking around incredulously as he
realizes that the Amis and Patron-Minette are already making dresses:: Well,
I will have no part in it.
Grantaire: You can model
it, you’re the one that looks most like a girl.
Enjolras:
Grantaire, you’re pushing it.
Grantaire: It’s true.
Courfeyrac: Ah, leave him
alone, no matter what you think the girls still like him better than you.
Grantaire: Oh, they’re
just blinded by his beauty. I’m a much better everything!
Combeferre: Sure you are
Grantaire.
Grantaire: Oh, don’t
patronize me!
Javert:
::rushing in:: Have any of you rebels seen an old man with white
hair and a branded number on his chest? Answers to the name Valjean, Ultime
Fauchelevant, Monsieur Madeleine?
Enjolras:
Sorry Msr., but we haven’t
Javert: How about my little
lost kitty, have you seen her? She’s a cute little tabby and she answers to
the name Fluffernutter.
Enjolras:
Um, sorry, no.
Javert: Darn! ::rushes
out::
Grantaire: O…K…
Combeferre: My
sentiments exactly.
Enjolras:
I can’t believe
my friends, revolutionaries,
are making dresses!
Thenardier: Ow, darn it
Gueulemer, you pricked my finger!!!
Gueulemer: Sorry, this
needle is so small and me, being an ‘unsung Hercules’, has trouble
containing himself.
Babet: I wish Hugo had
never said that, you love to put that ‘unsung Hercules’ bit into every
conversation!
Gueulemer: He wouldn’t
write it if it weren’t true!
Babet: Pompous little-
Enjolras:
Boys please!!!
Babet: Boys? We’re
older than you tot!
Enjolras:
Tot? Is that argot for something?
Babet: It’s just a
reference to your youth!
Enjolras:
Um, okay.
Babet: Nevermind!
Enjolras:
I guess times up. I can’t believe we just made dresses.
Courfeyrac: Hey, I’m
proud of ours!
Enjolras:
Well, I think it only fair to have women judge this one. Sorry gamin.
Gavroche: Don’t worry,
I’ll live.
Grantaire: Bring on the
women. ‘Big women, small women, short women, tall women, I guess that means
almost all women, I’m a player long as they are women!!!’
Enjolras:
You’ve been listening to too much ‘Jekyll and Hyde’.
Grantaire: There’s no
such thing as too much ‘Jekyll and Hyde’.
Enjolras:
Perhaps you’re right on that.
Eponine: So why are we
here again?
Fantine: I think they
said something about a dressmaking contest.
Azelma: Father, make a
dress, ha! That’s a good one!
Mme. Thenardier: I have to
see this!!!
Eponine: Me too!
Thenardier: You shut your
mouth
Babet: Give me your
hand. What have we here, who is this hussy?
Thenardier: That’s my
daughter, isn’t she pretty? She’s an honor student at P.S. 32
Claquesous: What?
Thenardier: Nothing.
Enjolras:
So, dear ladies, which dress is better?
Eponine, Fantine, Azelma, and Mme. Thenardier go over at
first to look at the dress made by Patron-Minette.
Eponine: What, is that
made of curtains?
Thenardier: Hey, it worked
for Scarlett O’Hara!
Eponine: Sorry dad,
you’re just not as talented.
Thenardier: Lousy-
Eponine: This dress on
the other hand ::walking to the dress made by the Amis:: is the work of
talented craftsmen. The stitching is so delicate and the style itself is
reminiscent of the Renaissance. The beadwork is noteworthy and the embroidery is
extraordinary.
Thenardier: Huh?
Eponine: This dress is
prettier, it wins!
Enjolras:
Do the rest of you agree with her assessment?
Fantine: Definitely
Mme. Thenardier: Quite so!
Cosette: Do you make
wedding dresses? Can I have your card?
Azelma: Beautiful!
Enjolras:
Ah, let’s see, the score is five for us and zero for you
Thenardier: You have to let
us pick at least one contest, please, we can’t go away disgraced!
Enjolras:
Fine, fine, we are reasonable men.
Thenardier: Good. We
choose, um, Grecco-roman wrestling!
Gueulemer: Ah, my time
to shine!
Enjolras:
Wrestling? If we must…
Gueulemer and Enjolras are in a ring of some sort. Both, of course, are
shirtless
Eponine: Eww, Gueulemer,
put your shirt back on, you’re so gross!
Montparnasse: You would
much rather it was me, right?
Eponine: ::eyeing
Enjolras appreciatively:: Actually, I’m good with the rebel leader. Though
I do wish Marius were here… ::sigh::
Montparnasse: Oh, you
want me, admit it.
Eponine: Yeah, whatever
Parnasse.
Enjolras:
Can we get this over with?
Gueulemer: ::motioning
to Enjolras::
This one looks like a girl
Jehan: (from behind him)
Boo!
Gueulemer: (scared) Ah!
Jehan: Maybe you
shouldn’t judge by outward appearance.
Gueulemer: If you say
so, little man.
Jehan: Crouching tiger,
hidden dragon, hiyah!
Courfeyrac: In this
corner, weighing…um,… a whole lot, the unsung Hercules, Gueulemer!
Patron Minette: Yay!
Amis: Boo!
Patron Minette: We said
YAY!
Amis: And we said BOO!
Patron Minette: That’s
not very nice.
Amis: You’re right,
we’re sorry
Patron Minette: That’s
more like it. YAY!
Courfeyrac: And in this
corner, weighing much less, the handsome hunk revolutionary leader Enjolras!
Enjolras:
Handsome hunk? I don’t think I approved of that
Courfeyrac: Too late now
isn’t it?
Enjolras:
I guess it is.
Grantaire: Why does
Enjolras always end up shirtless in these stories?
Combeferre: I don’t
know, the writer must have a thing for him.
Grantaire: Don’t they
all?
Courfeyrac: On my count.
Well, of course, Enjolras
wins. Don’t ask how, he’s Enjolras, he can do anything, even wrestle
Gueulemer down. I know it seems unlikely, just trust me, that’s what happens.
No, I can’t give you any proof, you just have to take my word that he wins.
Are you calling me a liar? That’s it, do you want to take this outside? Fine,
bring it on!
Gueulemer:
Now that is impossible
Enjolras:
Did you actually think you could beat me? I mean, physically it is entirely
possible, but I’m the good guy, and the good guy always wins.
The Women of Paris Well,
not always
Enjolras:
Ah! Please stop doing that!
The Women of Paris
Sorry.
Thenardier: So, since
we’re the bad guys, we can never win?
Enjolras:
That’s pretty much the idea.
Thenardier: Damn it!
Enjolras:
That’s why we’re good guys.
Thenardier: Actually, that
makes sense. So, how does one ‘be good’?
Enjolras:
Well, no murder
Thenardier: Damn
Enjolras:
And no extortion
Thenardier: Damn
Enjolras:
And no stealing, coveting, lying, cheating
Thenardier: Damn, Damn,
Damn, Damn
Enjolras:
And of course you have to sell Girl Scout cookies and go visit elderly people in
the hospital
Thenardier: And Damn
Enjolras:
You do get cool clothes though
Thenardier: That’s not
bad
Enjolras:
But you have to burst into song spontaneously
Combeferre: Red, the
blood of angry men! Black-
Enjolras:
Not now!
Combeferre: Sorry
Thenardier: Bursting into
song spontaneously? I don’t know if-
Mme. Thenardier: Master of
the house, isn’t worth me spit, comforter, philosopher and lifelong sh-
Thenardier: Not now!
Mme. Thenardier: SoOoOoOrry,
man, I so want a divorce about now.
Thenardier: Fine by me!
Mme. Thenardier: Then I’m
taking the children
Thenardier: Please do
Eponine: We love you too
daddy
Mme. Thenardier: It’s so
hard not to
Thenardier: Hey, I’m
turning good, and since you guys are all still bad I can’t associate
with you anymore.
Eponine: Oh, man dad,
that is really a shame, I don’t know how we’ll get on without you…::giving
Azelma a high five::
Enjolras:
You know, you could all be good guys.
Eponine: Even me?
Enjolras:
Yes, you can be good Eponine.
Azelma: Even me?
Enjolras:
Yes, you too Azelma.
Mme. Thenardier: Even me?
Enjolras:
Um, well, I guess so, sure, why not…
Grantaire: I think we’ve
wasted enough time here, on to our original destination!
Enjolras:
Which would be…?
Combeferre: Oh, you’ll
see.
Enjolras:
Perhaps our newfound friends would like to come with us?
Eponine: Oh, yes,
definitely Enjy!
So they proceed to their destination, a bar called
something or other. But the second that Enjolras walks in-
All: Surprise!!!
Combeferre: Happy
Birthday!
Gavroche: Are you
surprised? Are you? Huh? Huh? Are you?
Enjolras:
Why, I’m absolutely shocked!!!
Grantaire: Present time!!!
::handing Enjolras a box:: This one’s from me!
Enjolras:
Oh, Grantaire you shouldn’t have! ::seeing that the box seems to be leaking
he tastes some of the liquid coming out:: Let me guess, brandy?
Grantaire: Nope
Enjolras:
Absinthe?
Grantaire: Nope
Enjolras:
Vodka?
Grantaire: Nope
Enjolras:
Then I have no idea! What is it?
Grantaire: A puppy!!!
Oh, I’m sooooooo sorry for using that joke, I really, really am!!!
Thenardier: Even though we
had no idea that we were going to meet/compete/and become good, we
miraculously have a present of our own!
Enjolras:
::opening box:: A red vest!
Combeferre: Here, open
mine
Enjolras:
::opening box:: A blue vest!
Jean Prouvaire: Here’s mine
Enjolras:
::opening box:: A green vest!
By the time that Enjolras has opened all his presents he
has vests in all different colors, including all the shades of red such as
burgundy, wine, maroon, etc. (plus a puppy)
Enjolras:
This is the best birthday ever! Thank you guys so much!
Combeferre: (leading
with his sweet singing voice) For he is a jolly good fellow
All: For he is a jolly
good fellow. For he is a jolly good fellow, That nobody can deny!
Grantaire: (apparently
having sung the wrong song) -You look like a monkey and you smell like one too!
Enjolras:
I think I’m going to cry…
Grantaire: Cake time!
Enjolras:
Oh, red and black icing, you guys are the best!
Enjolras tries desperately to blow out the candles but,
since they are trick candles (courtesy of Grantaire) he fails. Eventually the
candles burn down and the cake lights on fire (scenario based on actual events).
Enjolras:
Uh oh.
Marius: ::rushing in
late:: Wait, here I am to save the day! ::he goes to the cake and empties
the water out of his ears, thereby putting the fire out::
Cosette: (who has
magically appeared) Marius, my hero!!!
Gavroche: Ewww, ear
water!!!
Enjolras:
How about we have ice cream instead of cake?
Grantaire: Strawberry and
blackberry at your service!
Joly: I’m allergic to
strawberries!
Valjean: ::coming in
with all the thousands of characters from the book that were not initially in
this story:: Hey, can we join the party?
So in the end they all have a big dance contest in which
Enjolras, true to his word, beats Gueulemer. Enjolras has lots of pretty new
vests and the Women of Paris only make a few more ominous statements. Grantaire
gets very drunk and tries to pry a beer out of Enjolras with the whole ‘I love
you man’ trick (but Enjolras, of course, is not fooled.) Eventually some
happy-dancing girls come in and the party gets really out of hand and Javert
comes and tries to break it up but everyone somehow manages to get him drunk and
he starts doing the Egyptian on the bar. Then aliens come and take Enjolras (the
perfect human specimen) up in their spaceship and cavemen unfreeze and start
worshiping Thenardier. Gavroche becomes master of the animals and overruns
the city with his furry army. He has a big war with the Furby army but
eventually wins with the help of the aliens and their new king Enjolras. Javert
continues to obliviously do the Egyptian while Valjean takes pictures to send to
the prefect and Grantaire tries to catch his own tail.
Of course, by the next morning everyone (but Enjolras)
has a hangover and believes the whole the thing to be a weird dream (until
Valjean finds the pictures he took of Javert, the dogs drag Gavroche to their
underground lair and the aliens bring Eponine to be Enjolras’s alien queen)
Gavroche: What was that?
Enjolras:
What happened to the story? Has she been drinking?
Grantaire: No, I’ve
drunk before and that is not the product of drinking
Courfeyrac: She’s just
a warped individual is all
Thenardier: Wasn’t this
story supposed to be of us meeting all of you?
Combeferre: Supposed
to be
Glorieux: We were only
in about half of this story!
Gueulemer: And the rest
of it stunk like an infant’s britches!
Jehan: I agree that the
story stunk, but you’re going to hurt the writer’s feelings if you continue
on with this!
Courfeyrac: Oh, she’s
allowed to make us into total idiots but we can’t tell her how much she
stinks? That isn’t fair
Eventually the fanfic writer gets angry (wouldn’t
you?) and decides to finish the story according to the contest guidelines.
Enjolras:
Hello, my name is Enjolras and these are my Amis. We are going to build a
barricade and die
Marius: Except for me!
Enjolras:
Except for Marius. We hang out at the Café Musain and our turn offs include
royalists, the National Guard and bullets through our hearts.
Thenardier: Hello, my name
is Thenardier. This my band of soaks, my den of dissolutes. We rob from everyone
and give to ourselves. We’re not above murder and our turn offs include
police, being in prison, and puppies.
Jehan: Puppies? How can
you hate puppies? They are so cute and cuddly and adorable and they have such
little mushy faces. Like Patria (Enjolras’s gift from Grantaire) over here,
look at that little mush-mush face! Mush-mush face!!!
Gueulemer: We still hate
puppies!
Combeferre: Here just
hold her!
Thenardier: I don’t want
to, ahhhhh!!! ::Patria has taken this opportunity to relieve herself on him::
Stupid animal!
Jehan: Oh, I’m sorry,
did the puppy not peepee in the potty?
Thenardier: Argh
Enjolras:
I think this concludes our meeting.
Thenardier: Wait, the story
should end with a bang!
Grantaire: Like this? Bang.
The End
Thenardier: No, not like
that, how about this?
Happy New Year 1831!!!
Enjolras:
I don’t think so
And that my friends is what happens when you write the
second half of a story nearly a month after the first part
Gavroche: No, I’m
pretty sure all of your writing is this bad
Gamin, I’m warning you
Gavroche: Oh, I’m so
scared
Wait, are you part of Patron-Minette?
Gavroche: Sure I am!
Then meet Patria, one of the Amis de l’ABC
Gavroche: ::taking
the dogs paw:: Pleased to meet ya, Patria!
Patria: Arf!
There, now all of Patron-Minette has met the Amis
Fini
Thenardier: Finally! Bloody
girl with her stupid story ::sound of water running:: Ah, the dog’s
relieving itself on me again!!!
Comments? Criticism? Wasn't that oh so much fun?
Yeah, okay, um, let's try another...
Wherever
I wander, wherever I roam, the Rue de Vaugirard will forever be home
