A low slung hipster from France

I met him in the car park.
‘How much do you want fot it?’ I said.
He named his price in francs.
I said: ‘Francs don’t’ exist anymore. How much do you want in ecus?’
We settled on a price.
‘I’m going to paint it daffodil yellow.’ I told him.
‘I don’t care,’ he said, 'I’m colour blind.’