I think that often when we talk about the disappearance of someone, we evoke, all the same, deep down a lot of us, of what it reminds us of and what is going away. Lake Neuchâtel, the Bay of Somme and the regions have lost their ambassador.
For me, Jean-Pierre Pernaut, it was schoolgirl lunchtimes with my father in Bourg-lès-Valence, in the Drôme. Just after Watch your step ! with Jean-Luc Reichmann. And right after my dad’s cigarette in the kitchen window, right there on the table, in front of a dish reheated in the microwave. Without really saying anything to each other, we looked at Jean-Pierre.
It’s already 1 p.m. for Olivia Leray!
“It was high school lunch in Bourg-les-Valence, just after my father’s royal menthol”: @OliviaLeray pays tribute to “his” Jean-Pierre Pernaut.
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I have memories of spring news from 1 p.m., bay window wide open, curtain flying and Jeans–rock in the TV which says a little loudly what everyone thinks very quietly.
TV was far from flat and modern when we watched Jeans–Rock : it was a super heavy old thing on a glass cabinet with the VCR underneath and the Disney tapes. That was it and it was to say “Come on, let’s go, we’re going back to work, I’ll drop you off at high school”, when Jean-Pierre was talking about the Stock Exchange and handing over to Evelyne Dhéliat.
To me, Jean-Pierre Pernaut, All the same, it was lucky not to be a half-boarder all the time and to sometimes miss the salsify-cream in the canteen.
So it was lunch with my father in front of the Baie de Somme, the “violet festival” in Toulouse, the lemon festival in Menton, the Anduze ceramics festival, the Houilles clearance sale, the castle of Castelnaud-la-Chapellethe Layrac carnival, the santon market in Tarascon, the truffle market in Lalbenque and the andouille sausage market in Vire.
Thanks to Jean-Pierre, we had lunch together, and above all, we had lunch in peace.