We wrote a song for Alice and David that gives some attempt are describing this place, these people. If you don't know the tune and are reading this, you can make up your own and hum along.
Note: "Hell Road" refers to Rue D'Enfer, where the house in Grimault is situated.

Les Americain En Grimault
When you travel around the world,
You hear the strangest stories,

In mighty cities and tiny towns,

These myths and legends, well, they get around



In Paris they speak of Marie Antoinette

In Compiegne of Joan of Arc

In Dijon of course John the Fearless

And everywhere there’s Bonaparte



But there’s a story much stranger than this

That every Frenchman seems to know

About a couple of Americain

Who somehow landed in Grimault



She wears a beret and a flamenco gown

Dashes of paint and red wine

And he responds with a long black cloak

Cigar in hand and dogs by his side



So why don’t you go

Why don’t you visit the street of hell

Despite the fierce fire, the mellow music, and the sweet sorbet

You’ll end up thinking Quell Bordelle



She is an artist of the finest sort,

Dressed like a duchess in a royal court

And whats more than all of these,

She can lecture on Philosophy and History, psychology, geography, chronology, theology, meteorology, and don’t forget mythology.



Though he’s a musician with all his heart

In the list of talents that’s just the start,

He understands every aspect of humanity,

Better than most, at least better than me.



As for music well:

They play the blues

And some flamenco tunes,

Of course some piaf,

And the occasional waltz.



They wander every market and museum,

The catacombs of every church,

They seek the secret and the spirit of France,

It’s a never-ending search.



So why don’t you go

Why don’t you visit the street of hell

Despite the scenic snow, the cool costumes, and the wandering walks

You’ll end up thinking Quell Bordelle



They feast like peasants, which in France is better than Kings,

Pate, sorbet, fine cheese, fresh fruit, veal, pork, pastry, chocolate, pear juice, bread and ……

And of course the infamous Traditional Boeuf Bourguinon



But in this idyllic scene

There’s one man not so pristine

His voice is loud, his taste in music obscene,

You know we’re talking about Jean Louis



Now you know to end this song,

Without mentioning the dogs would just be wrong,

Grace and Fido are part of the family,

As much, if not more, than Percy and Me.



So why don’t you go

Why don’t you visit the street of hell

Despite the dramatic dancing, the killer cheeses, and the entertaining evenings

You’ll end up thinking Quell Bordelle



BRIDGE:

And if you two had not come along,

We wouldn’t have been able to write this song.



VIOLIN SOLO



So why don’t you go

Why don’t you visit the street of hell

Despite the warm welcome, and the fine friendship, and the soft singing

You’ll end up thinking Quell Bordelle