1" x 1.5"
Chewing Gum Stuff, Probably Toxic
FRANCE
As a kid, I was sometimes left all alone at the communal pool in St. Saturnin-les-Apt to so I could make friends (and glance at girls who didn’t glance back). Each one has a little surprise in the wrapper. It used to be a comic with a Monsieur Malabar strongman when I was a kid. Now it’s little fake tats. Swapping these little gems was the languageless way to break the ice with the other kids. I can chew gum and walk at the same time, but not really chew gum and talk - which was perfect as I barely spoke a french word.
