Hidden in a shadowy corner of the Luxembourg Gardenswhere children, lovers and park bench sages still hold pre-eminence over visiting statesmenstands a large, Government-owned bee colony. Its keeper, a white-bearded octogenarian named Ernest Baudu, lectures any stray stroller who will listen on the facts of life, both apiarian and human. "Within each hive all bees are devoted to each other. But when a tired bee drops into a foreign hive," he sighs, "he is immediately asked for his passport. Often, in times of scarcity, a group of bees swoops on a richer hive. War ensues. Always it is the...
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