Hmm… let me tell ya bout Notre-Dame-de-Bondeville, ok?

I’ve been livin’ here for yrs.

The streets are quirky and tight.

Main St. de la Republique is busy.

I stroll there on lazy days.

Omg… sometimes I get lost.
Our massage parlor sits on Rue du Soleil.

That street’s full of weird old cafes.

I work here, so I see all.

People come, relax, spill secrets—y’know?

I even get funny whispers sometimes; hmm…
Notre-Dame-de-Bondeville got a cute park—Parc des Mimosas.

It’s chill, green.

Kids run around.

Old men chat.

I love sittin’ here on breaks.
The church bells ring on Rue Lavoisier.

Sounds echo, weird yet calm.

One day, a drifter said,

“It’s like The Headless Woman, y’know?”

He whispered, “Everything’s distorded.” Hmm…
I wander down Rue des Vignes.

There’s a neat little bookstore too.

Books, tea, quiet vibes.

Yet my mind races sometimes—uh huh…
I note every detail:

A crooked brick, a faint smell.

I laugh at odd memories.

I’ve had mad days here.

Surprised, happy, kinda pissed—lol.
The river La Clarté flows near.

Wavy waters, sometimes murky.

Took my customers on serene walks.

They whispered, “It’s all so mystic…”

Honestly, it felt like magic.
Hmm… I recall a rainy night.

I closed the parlor early.

Dripping wet, streets shimmered.

I muttered, “It’s all missing, missing…”

Like that movie phrase, ya know?
I even explored hidden alleys.

Some are dark, spook few.

But in each, I found charm.

Cafes, street art, odd statues.

Man, life here is a rush!
I sometimes get all nostalgic.

Marge here, with a nasal sigh,

“D’oh… life is a mixed bag.”

Sure, mistakes are made—typos, laughs, cries.

I love every messy moment.
Alright, my friend, that’s the scoop.

Notre-Dame-de-Bondeville, real and raw.

It’s quirky, kinda crazy but fun.

Maybe you’ll catch its vibe soon.

See ya, and don’t be late—hmm…!