I confess – I once loved France. At one point, I would have gone back to Marianne back in an instant, as abject as a dog rescued from death in the pound; at another, I would have gladly strangled her with her own hair. For more conflicted love and hatred, try Elvatoloko, a young man from France now in the USA. Not a clue what the blog title is supposed to mean.
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Why don’t you like France anymore? It totally rocks–best food, wine, and general attitude I’ve seen. I’ll take Paris, France over Paris, Kentucky anytime.
Although Paris, Texas is nice this time of year.
All true, but then I think of Julie Delpy.
Can’t help it. Excuses an awful lot.
Not to mention the cheese. The cheese is pretty cool. And the bread, now you mention it.