Ecot Du Saoul

He was sure to keep it a secret.the key to the lock on his wall-mounted kitty box that adorned the wall next to the counter.counter.
Thanks to this bistro ownerThanks to this bistro owner, his numerous regulars could no doubt afford breadat the end of the month, when the paycheck ran short...
There were fortysavers, not the thieves of Ali Baba, but simple miners or metalworkers whoThey were not Ali Baba's thieves, but simple miners or metalworkers who came in after a shower to get drunk from day to day.
They would binge on the stench of bad beer until they no longer knew their way around their corons.
There was the repression of drunkenness which yellowed in a frame, but it was there, together, that their misery had to be forgotten.
Once a month, the tavern-keeperopened the guillotine of his money-box and redistributed the small coins ,to the wives that day.
A wonderful reminder of aplague of yesteryear. 19th-century box in its original condition.
Zola would say no more.