landscapes, figures, here is a corner of France nicely "crunched" by Corinne, our beautiful Burgundy.
the farmer's wife, Paris, bored, but he does not want to leave her country and her cows. Born into a landowning family, almost all the surrounding fields belong to them-very thin, about fifty strong, bright eyes, he is passionate about history. But when he finds time to read? Every day up at 5 am and to bed about midnight, winter and summer!
There was also in the village of Le Pelican, a type incredible walking his huge goiter on his moped, which is crossed going or returning from the pub, more or less red by ... And Guiguitte, the groom, who lived in his hut made of bits and pieces and it was there he said, with his memories of trips, those of his youth, and finally one in Mexico, and his dream to return, who lit the depths of her eyes a small light, when you talked about ... I do not know what happened to them. That's a while since I have not reviewed.
And there are the "expatriate" like me .. Actually quite numerous here, even if the North does not really missing me.
As rightly said the server, nostalgic for his hometown: "It well here, but what we lack is the sea . . However, the summer sometimes when the wind ripples in waves of ripe golden wheat on the hill opposite, we believe it.
Against all odds and with a little imagination, you can enjoy in the enclave.
text, photographs, choice (wise) of the song: Corinne
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