I have never been to France. Our single holiday, during my childhood, was two weeks in Portnoo, a half hours drive from home.
We were there in the sweeping rain on August 16th, 1977. Dad ducked his head into our caravan, shaking raindrops and announced that Elvis Presley was dead...
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