Whenever I get fed up with France, something will charm me and win me back.
Like seeing people drive in reverse down a one-way street to park.
Like a sunny Sunday afternoon dining at an outdoor cafe.
Like watching the Rugby World Cup match between France and New Zealand in a pub and seeing people carrying flags with painted faces and red, white and blue wigs.
Like getting a picture from Sabri at school today.
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