"Demain Matin Je dois partir pour Angouleme❞

by Didgeon

For years I knew Angoulême only as the last large city before Bordeaux on the road from Paris to the southwestern corner of France, a sprawling place with a cathedral and narrow, ill-paved streets, and a long slope in the highway from the valley below the town to the plateau above, where the road begins to run again, flat and straight, to the cognac country. If I had left Paris early

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