I’m sure the rest of you celebrated Bastille Day in style. Richard and I found a Francophile community in Hood River (or at least the remnants there of) and partied hearty with them. We sang La Marseillaise with gusto. We drank fine French wine. (Okay, Richard had some fruit punch and I drank Double Mountain IRA beer, but it really was all very French.) We traded stories about the last time we were in France for the 14th of July. Two years ago Richard and I were in Avignon – we didn’t even have to make up stories.
Vive la France!
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