The Artists Rifles of the French Foreign Legion
Until earlier this week I had a dream of running away to Buenos Aires, but even the foreign office advises against that now. In that case, perhaps the traditional thing to do would be join the foreign legion. Perhaps they have an artist’s squadron I could join, where I can sit around drinking espressos and smoking gaulette’s with fine-honed military precision, drilled into me by fierce sculptor-sergeants.
