Okay, some of the old timers might remember the last time I was in Nantes and tried to convince Claire that 137 euro was not too much to pay for a steel glove that I saw in a shop window, my main argument being that it is A. Steel. Glove. Alas, my unimpeachable logic did not prevail. (But click the link because that was a funny one)
Anyway, now I am back in Nantes, and again the steel glove is once again calling to me from the store that sells this stuff. Remember that there is a huge castle in the middle of Nantes right next to this place. I walk past the window every day. And so, it begins again, as in times of olde. The steel glove whispering to me: "Rufus.... I am a steel glove. I could be yours. What say you? WHAT SAY YOU?!"