Guy Guns

Yesterday, I made a return trip to the Montparnasse Cemetary because that's how I roll. I was searching for Alfred Dreyfus's grave a second time when I was approached by a kindly old french man wearing a nicely knotted scarf. We talked a bit, and he showed me the way to Dreyfus's grave since he was on his morning walk. He told me about how he was from Brittany, and he had a name that was very odd by french standards. After a bit of searching through his pockets, he pulled out his ID Card. On the card, it said "Mr. Guy Guns." I kid you not.