Twenty-nine.

Bromide, part two, girl goes into Credit Agricole, briefly, and passes me on the street. As always I look her up and down and around, she is very pleasant on the eyes, then once she has passed by I notice a little ladder up to where I should never go and I say "you have a ladder" she replies "I know" so I respond "does it go to heaven" then she smiles and I go on looking for a petit café with a grin as wide as the Rhône on my face (I learnt all I know from Benny Hill and my father's stashed collect of Fiesta, Escort, Reader's Wives and the occasional Rodox - Radox and Rodox were very confusing as an adolescent)!