I love France for many reasons, not the least of which is that my wife (who is French) and I spent many glorious weeks there during the early part of our relationship. Before that, as a 21-year-old, fresh out of the U.S. Navy, I took my first international flight on Icelandic Airways to Paris via New York to Luxembourg and a long late-night bus ride thr…
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