France report: Days 1-2.

Our journey to France began in the sterile halls of the Minneapolis, and then Chicago, airport, and was accompanied by the hopefully sterile food they serve there. Lousy and expensive, impressive. Since then, things have only been improving, to put it mildly, despite my dealing with a minor head cold.

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France Report: Day 3. Warning, Romantic Hazards Ahead.

On August 11, 2006, Shannon and I both woke up around 5:00 A.M., tossed and turned for awhile, then got up. By 6:30, we were dressed and out the door and walking into Azay-le-rideau, the town in which we are staying.

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Yesterday afternoon, we saw a castle on a hill, an ancient burial site, and ate fouee in a cave. Fouee are little pockets of bread that you can fill with rilette (shredded meat cooked in its own fat for a long time), beans, salad, chevre, and otherwise good things. All these were wonderful, and the girl and I tried not to be annoying and to look at the sparkle on her finger.

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