The door is thin. Really thin.

The sign on the door is French. Really French.

Whatever is inside is a secret. The door is locked. Locked with a thin key. A thin, French key.

What could be inside? Only the thinnest French treasure.

Perhaps the recipe for the perfect baguette.

Perhaps a lifetime supply of those chocolate Mikado sticks.

Perhaps the world’s longest tube of LU chocolate biscuits.

Perhaps a string of onions twelve storeys high.

But you will never know, because the thin door is too thin for you to get through.

Too thin and too French.