We saw glimpses through the trees of a magical, turreted, country house. It reminded me of the house in the classic French novel Le Grand Meaulnes, which I read for my French A-Level.
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We saw a few more orchids in the woods, and a long row of lombardy poplar trees, marking out the route of the river.
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We finished up sitting outside our favourite cafe in St Antonin, having lunch and watching the world go by. I was startled by how French my English boyfriend looked, sitting in the sun and shrugging like a pro.
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