My eight-hour flight to France made me feel like an aging sardine; dry, brittle, and salty. Also, awfully eager to slip into a tub of water. But by the next day, luxuriating in Cassis, well, I was on vacation. More, I was vacationing in a country where citizens get five weeks off of paid leave. And we Americans think we got it so good, boy, Anyway, here are some photos of my first few days in France.
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