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Diner (That’s dinner in French)

When we passed the open kitchen on our way into the dining room, both Maxime and René looked up from their work and waved to us and then Maxime said, “Are you ready to play with us?” Continue reading

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La Buitte

We were met outside the hotel – it’s now raining, not hailing – by a man of about my age, who insisted on carrying both heavy suitcases…. Continue reading

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