poulard

Poulard greets you everywhere, written in large black letters on a white ground.

Here you find yourself in an absolute wilderness of Poulard.

Of course, everyone who comes to the Mount has heard of Mme. Poulard.

But come on; let's go up to Mme. Poulard Ain and eat the omelet, and then we can climb around some.

The omelette of Madame Poulard is another excuse for a motor pilgrimage from Trouville.