
Brittany, France
“It’s all very French.” That was one of my more acute observations made all the sharper because we were in France. In Brittany.
“It’s all very French.” That was one of my more acute observations made all the sharper because we were in France. In Brittany.
Let’s have lunch in Josselin, our host suggested. Grand, we said, having never heard of the place.
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