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The barbecue did not even start until 9pm and Mike and I enjoyed the wine, the river, the french conversation which we did not understand, but knew the entire family and their friends were enjoying themselves and being together was the big it. We were happy to be a part of it.
I heard a train and looked up and saw the last train of the night headed to Paris. I thought what an adventure to go to Paris, and then I realized we were experiencing even a better adventure with this precious french family.
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