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An American holiday outside Paris
It's Fourth of July weekend. My wife, Kathy, and I have a bag full of red, white and blue pinwheels, some Stars and Stripes-brand snack cakes, and a packet of mini-flags. We're nearly set for a holiday blowout in the country.
Strangely, none of the stores is stocked with hot dogs or chips. No one around us seems to be doing the same.
With friends Kevin and Martha, we're on Autoroute A6 out of Paris on our way to the town of Saint-Avit-Sénieur, 375 miles away, in the Dordogne River valley. Here, although the roads are busy, it's just an average summer weekend. |
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