My grandfather was a splendid man, six feet two high, broad in proportion, a swallower of fire and gaiters.
Also he was remarkable for his moustache.

To me there remains the moustache and -- nothing more.
'I am, messieurs, a cook, and I was born at Marseilles.

In that dear town I spent my happy youth.

For years and years I washed the dishes at the Hotel Continental.

Ah, those were golden days!' and he sighed.