Just up the road from here is the town of Pont St Maxence which I like for the sort of retro feel it has... it never quite escaped the 1950s, the years of reconstruction after the last war in France... and it drifts along, one foot in the past, one foot almost in the present, but not quite. But that is one thing I love about France; so much of the past is still very visible, palpable in the air.
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Which reminds me of something a friend liked to say... if I don't see you in the future, guess I'll see you in the pasture...
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