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France I tend to go through on the way to somewhere else. Occasionally there may be something of interest.


Three hours to kill in Paris

Crossing a major city from one train terminal to another is always a...

Merignac and street kids

The text message from home informed me of the document. I had to...

Cold, wet and a flooded Dax

Closing the front door, I stepped into the cold drizzle of the night....

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