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Past and Present


The city of Brive

On to Bergerac we go! Last night we prepared to leave the Hay Barn
part of the gîte, Le Manior des Granges, after a wonderful week of rest and relaxation. Although we did relax, we also did some exploring of quite a few areas including the second largest city in the region of Limousin, Brive, directly east of the of where we were staying. One of the stereotypes that Americans have of France is that all of the larger cities in France look like Paris, Bordeaux, Marseille, etc. whose architecture is of the sixteenth or seventeenth century. There is no doubt that the French have strived to preserve most of their architectural history by restoring buildings from the past. But even with all that effort, time marches forward into the future. And while during our journey of discovery, we have followed a path that has been to places that reflect its history, France is surely if slowly embracing the future. The thing that shocked me about Brive was that on the road approaching it, on the outskirts, there were areas full of modern shopping centers, outlets, and malls selling anything and everything one could desire. It wasn’t any different than what one could find back in the U.S. There were also areas of industry, large factories, some operating, others not. Having stayed mostly near towns and villages with rough stone construction for the past four weeks, entering the outskirts of Brive pulled us forward into the present. Funny how being in one environment for several weeks makes you forget about the other realities nearby.

On the way back, we took a circuitous route that took us through many valleys, mountains, and forests as well as open plains all of which had hundreds of small villages and towns. It made me realize that there must be a fundamental reason why so many small and isolated places could exist. Some were very far from a city that could provide essential services. Many didn’t even have a grocery store or a gas station. In our many readings about France we learned that the medical services here are extraordinary, and talking to one of our hosts of an earlier gîte, we learned that even though they were relatively far from a larger city that could provide hospital and medical services that they needed, the patient was ferried from their home all the way to the largest city in the region, almost an hour away, by taxi! Not only were the vast majority of the hospital stay, medical tests and service expenses covered, the taxi ride was completely paid for as well! And after returning home to recuperate, a nurse would visit the patient once a week until he was deemed able to recover on his own! Back in my younger days, I was in a bicycle accident and was taken by ambulance to the hospital less than a mile away. The bill for the ambulance ride…….$1,000. And that was more than 25 years ago.

In many rural areas, doctors make home visits. When was the last time you had a nurse or doctor visit you at home?

So, the only thing I can surmise after we spent a few hours traveling through and stoping in several very small and remote villages, is that there must be a system whereby these isolated villages are provided essential services that allow for their existence.

The tiny town of Saint-Robert

The tiny town of Saint-Robert

Well, what was I saying? Oh, yeah, on to Bergerac!

About the Artist

imageIt’s not often one gets to start her adult life over again taking a bad situation and turning it into a good one. Sometimes an opportunity can arise in the most unexpected way. There are usually two choices — watch it pass by or grab it and see where it leads. It’s a 50-50 proposition. It’s much easier to be passive than active because actually doing something different can be a bit scary and uncertain. It requires a certain amount of bravery to take action and change even if you can see that it’s for the better. Fortunately, I had such an opportunity 21 years ago and was brave enough to make the right choice. That’s how I ended up with a husband who is, among many other things, an artist.

I have always enjoyed going to art museums, but my husband has taught me so much about art that I enjoy them even more. He’s always my personal tour guide and can answer questions about anything and everything. We have been to some of the best art museums the world, but my favorite art museum is the one in my house. My husband is an amazingly talented man, not the least of which is in the field of art where he can produce work in just about any medium. We have watercolors, prints, ceramics, and photographs displayed in our home all created by him. While these works may never hang in any famous gallery, they hang in ours and I appreciate them every day.

Norman has loved art since he was a young child drawing and sculpting dinosaurs. In junior high and high school he excelled in art so when he enrolled in college, he decided to pursue a degree in Fine Art. He enjoyed many very creative years at the University of California, Riverside, at Cranbrook Academy in Detroit, at Washington State University in Pullman, and in Tokyo, Japan. When he eventually earned his Masters in Fine Art, he hoped to teach and pursue his artwork. However, the reality of succeeding in this endeavor is slim. Few artists are given the opportunity to share and display their talents. So, over the years Norman has had a variety of jobs unrelated to the field of art while doing his artwork now and then on the side.

When we got together, Norman was presented with a rare opportunity to teach art at the College of the Desert in Palm Desert, California. He taught ceramics, drawing, painting, color and design, and was responsible for developing the digital photography program there. This post lasted for 10 years until we decided it was time to move north and pursue a better way of life together. In the area where we live now, the competition for such jobs is tough. You really have to know people and have connections to get in to any teaching position at the college or university level. After several years of effort at securing even a part-time teaching position, Norman was basically forced into retirement. The upside to this was that he had all the time in the world to create his own artwork. However, that is much easier said than done as the saying goes. Our new home provided a multitude of necessary and desired projects to occupy his time and he has only recently finished them.

One of my greatest desires has been to see Norman take time for himself and his art. I have yearned to watch him paint or create on a regular basis. I have always wanted to see my artist at work. I have finally been rewarded on this trip to France. Norman has suddenly been inspired and has been hard at work since day one drawing and painting many of the scenes we have photographed along the way. So far he has finished 12 sketches and four watercolors which you will find in Gallery 1 and Gallery 2 of this blog. Every day he becomes more and more comfortable working in these mediums and his work flows more quickly with much more skill. It is a joy to see this finally happening and I am very happy and proud to be able to share it with everyone who follows our blog.

Here’s the artist at work… image image

Here are some of the easily portable tools the artist uses… image


Make sure to check out Gallery 1 and Gallery 2 if you haven’t done so already to see his work. Check back regularly as the Gallery collection grows.

French Lit

imageA lofty title for this post, don’t you think? You could imagine I might be reading The Little Prince, Les Misérables, or Candide… in French perhaps. Well, not exactly. That kind of literature is not really my cup of tea in any language. I prefer something a little more contemporary and a lot more escapist.

As I mentioned earlier this year in a post titled Falling in Love, one of the things I have been doing is reading all kinds of informational books about France. Among them are the following you might want to consider reading yourself even if you are simply a Francophile or are curious about the French.

  • Living in France Made Simple by Tanja Bulatovic – The story of what happened to a 40-something, odd-ball introvert whose world turned inside out the day she fell in love with a Frenchman and moved from Australia to France; a very non-traditional experience.
  • The Secret Life of France by Lucy Wadham – Wadham left England at 18 to marry a Frenchman and spent the next 25 years married, raising her children, and then divorced all within the French system. She explores the differences between England and France on just about every topic imaginable based on her personal experiences.
  • The International Living Guide to Retiring Overseas on a Budget by Suzan Haskins & Dan Prescher – Written by a couple who have lived abroad for many years, this book discusses the best ways to achieve this goal in an array of countries including France; one of the few books on this topic directed at or written by Americans.
  • Living Abroad in France by Aurelia D’Andrea – D’Andrea, a journalist from San Francisco who has lived in France twice, provides step-by-step directions for moving and assimilating to France.
  • Buying a House in France by Mark Sampson – Sampson’s experience of over 25 years of living in France, buying two different homes, and finally building one of his own. It covers all the essential things to consider and questions to ask if you are planning to do the same.
  • Flirting with French by William Alexander – A humorous tale of one man’s attempt to become fluent in French and its surprising repercussions.
  • Sixty Million Frenchmen Can’t Be Wrong by Jean-Benoit Nadeau & Julie Barlow – A detailed explanation of everything French by a French-Canadian couple who lived and worked for three years in France studying its culture and economy.

Though none of these is the definitive book, without a doubt, they have been very helpful. I have made many notes, followed recommended links, and done further research based on things I have read. The trick is to glean what you can from each book that’s relevant to your own particular situation. However, after so much reading of this kind, it was time to take a break and read something different. I yearned to get back to the fiction novels I love, so I did a Google search for mysteries set in France. Since summer and our trip to France were fast approaching, I wanted to stay in the French frame of mind. I thought if I could find something along these lines it would keep me in the mood and be especially fun to read while I was there. It seemed like a rather narrow search, but low and behold I immediately found a site called The Literary Tourist with an abundant list of suggestions. As I scanned the list, my attention was drawn to the novels of Martin Walker because they were set in the south of France where we would be traveling. I downloaded the first in the series simply titled Bruno, Chief of Police and that’s when my French mystery adventure began.

Of course, these novels don’t exactly qualify as “French Literature” but rather are fictional stories which take place in France. Walker, a Brit more well known as a seasoned journalist and foreign correspondent working for the likes of The Guardian and UPI, has written several non-fiction historical, political books on Gorbachev, Clinton, and others. He brings his writing experience and knowledge of history and world affairs to his detective stories based in the Périgord region of France where he owns a vacation home and now, apparently, spends most of his time. He has become quite well-accepted in the real Perigordian town in which he lives and has had bestowed upon him several prestigious honors rarely afforded to foreigners.

imageIf there’s one thing I love most about the mystery-crime-suspense-espionage genre of books I read, it’s a very likable recurring character — someone I can settle down and spend time with each evening like an old friend. The protagonist and main recurring character of Walker’s series is Bruno Courrèges, the police chief of the small fictional town of St. Denis. It’s really a one-man act as he is the only policeman in town. Bruno is 40 years old and when he’s not socializing with his neighbors, saving the day, or solving crimes, he loves to prepare gourmet Perigordian meals for his friends (and sometimes his current girlfriend) and play with his dog, Gigi. He also coaches the local rugby team. What’s really fun about these stories is the mix of well-written fiction combined with actual facts related to France such as the concern about GMO’s, the Green Party, the Front National, and the idiosyncrasies of French politics.

The first novel sets the scene in St. Denis and introduces many recurring characters along with providing a bit of interesting, uncommonly known information about the French Resistance of WWII as well as French Algeria that play into the mystery. The second novel, The Dark Vineyard, is all about wine and tells the tale of a conspiracy by a California big name wine producer to take over the vineyards of fiercely independent St. Denis. I’m currently devouring number three in the series, Black Diamond, and if you read a previous post, you’ll know that this refers to truffles. The story revolves around solving the mystery of how the Chinese are producing fake truffles and getting them past the French inspectors. If you get addicted to this series, there are several more books that follow so you can “binge read” them like I plan to do. There’s also a fairly entertaining website dedicated to Bruno but also reflecting Walker’s knowledge of his little corner of the Dordogne with recipes, wine, and restaurant recommendations. For a good mystery and some fun reading in an intriguing setting, check out the novels of Martin Walker.

At the moment, we are in the heart of the Périgord only a few miles from Walker’s home and inspiration for his novels. Reading his books while here really makes them come to life.

Hot, Hot, Hot… again!

imageRemember the scenes in Tennessee William’s A Street Car Named Desire where Stanley (Marlon Brando) is drenched in sweat from the oppressive heat of the city? Well, during our week in Périgueux, there was a heat wave that sent temperatures into the high nighties and a couple of days over 100°. I felt like Stanley looked, especially in the scene where he was playing poker with his buddies in his apartment and even though they had all the fans going full blast, they were all drenched in sweat. And then even when we went somewhere walking outside, the stone buildings and streets added to the miseries by soaking up the heat and then slowly releasing it back to you all night long.

imageFor some reason we can’t understand, the French still haven’t embraced the idea of air conditioning. Only a few shops and restaurants have it. Most French homes do not. So in trying to keep their homes somewhat cool, they go through this daily ritual of closing shutters during the day if windows are facing the sun and opening them if they are not. But regardless, all shutters are tightly shut at night. This happens even in the small villages and hamlets. Makes one feel like your sealing yourself in from some danger on the outside.
So, when we finally arrived at out next stop in the countryside, we were overjoyed with relief. It felt so good to be away from the heat, away from all the stone buildings that surrounded us and from the stone streets and sidewalks that tired the feet. It was also a great relief to have an expansive view, to be able to look out at the cliffs, valley, and countryside.

And the very first thing we did after moving in? Jump right into the pool!


Poolside at Le Manoir des Granges

Our first evening here, we had a nice, long relaxing dinner outside on our own private patio looking at the cliff face across the valley, blushing slowly in the setting sun.


View from our Patio of La Roque Saint-Christophe

Read our Hot! Hot! Hot! post from 2012 to find out how we coped with the heat then. Obviously, we had a lot more energy then than we do now. Taking it slower this time and enjoying France even more.


imageWell, today we wrap up our week in Périgueux. We have gone to the outlying areas to get an idea as to the distance and population of various towns and villages as well as to look at the lay of the land. The more we get to know this area, the more we are getting a sense for the southwestern part of this country. Like much of France, large towns and cities are few and far between. The three largest cities that we will have visited are Anguolême in the Charente Department, Périgueux in the Périgord Blanc of the Dordogne Department and lastly, the largest city, Bordeaux. Interspersed all around these cites are towns and villages ranging in population from a few hundred to the thousands although none of them are much larger than what a small town in the U.S. would be. The way this area was settled since ancient times, many of the villages are very close to each other. Some of them a half day to a day’s walk away. A large percentage of them are composed of buildings that date back several centuries. The warmer weather and milder climate here has attracted many Brits who have settled in the area. Some have bought older buildings or farms and renovated them and rent out rooms/cottages, others come here for summer vacation or have purchased homes and have retired here.

The appeal of the larger cities where there are colleges and universities, better employment opportunities and a more active lifestyle has caused the younger generations to leave their small towns and villages. This fact and partially because of the slump in the economy, the rural areas, especially in the south are less populated by the young. The housing market has been suppressed by this and as the younger generation’s parents age, their houses may go on the market for lack of interest by their children.

There are new communities that are springing up here and there. On our journey we have passed a few areas of new construction in what seem small planned communities although they are the exception to the rule.

What separates this area from the Charente to the north is that the north is much more agricultural, has flatter terrain and is more open visually. Each area has its appeal and specialized products that are produced there.

So on to our next stop where we will enjoy a vacation from our vacation. Really looking forward to that!

Saint Front Cathedral

imageAlthough we first visited Périgueux three years ago and only for a short time, we did stay long enough to visit the cathedral of Saint Front. This week we went to it again this time with the intention of viewing it from the the bridge that crosses the Isle River (the island). Saint Front is unique among French cathedrals in that it is capped with sixteen cupolas topped with spires. The style is clearly Roman but the scale is massive. Built on top of an 9th century monestary that burnt down (its roof was timbered), the Cathedral of Saint Front was build in the 12th century. The cathedral has undergone major architectural renovations most especially in the 1800’s.

The view from the bridge is quite impressive and as you approach the church on foot, it seems to grow in scale. Inside is a cavernous space that is divided by huge columns that support the domes. The supporting columns are so large that arches cut through them from each side so that you can easily walk through them. Looking up you get a sense of how large the domes are. There are three very big central domes down the center and two on each side forming a Roman cross. There are also many small cupolas surrounding the larger domes. Tall arched windows frame the beautifully crafted stained glass picture-graphs. There are original paintings of religious scenes some dating back several centuries. One of the things that struck us about this cathedral is that, being Roman in style, it is devoid of ornate detail that later Gothic and Baroque style cathedrals displayed.

Here are some of our favorite images…









Perigordian Countryside


The Dronne River in Périgueux

This week we returned to the Aquitaine region where we will be spending the rest of our trip through southwestern France. Aquitaine consists of five departments, it’s most renown being the Dordogne more commonly referred to as the Perigord divided into four areas by color — Vert, Blanc, Noir, and Pourpre (green, white, black, and purple). Each area is unique and has its own regional specialties many of which have gained worldwide fame. We began our exploration this week with our stay in Périgueux located in the Perigord Blanc so named for the chalky white color of its soil. This city of 29,000 considered the ‘capital’ of the Perigord first caught our attention on our 2012 trip when we stopped by for a couple of hours on Bastille Day and discovered the many delicious pleasures of its Saturday market. Though we were only here for a short time, we knew we had to return to learn more about it.

Earlier this week, we set out to investigate the area north of Périgueux where there are several small towns and villages. Our first stop was in Brantôme, a lovely town of 2,159 situated in the Perigord Vert so named for the green chestnut and oak forests that dominate the landscape. Brantôme is often referred to as the Venice of France since the Dronne River meanders through this small community and invites a multitude of ways in which to traverse it by water. It certainly lived up to its reputation. Upon our arrival we were immediately greeted with the sights and sounds of the calmly flowing river replete with water lilies and weeping willows. Three bridges cross the river into the central part of town which actually sits on an island by itself. One of the most notable landmarks along the river is the Abbaye Saint Pierre established in 769 by Benedictine monks with the help of Charlemagne, then the King of France. Next to it sits the Church of Saint Pierre parts of which date back to the 15th century. Both imposing structures are impressive. We walked across the arched footbridge to admire the river and its surroundings from various angles and then settled in to the Bar du Marché for some coffee and tea and a bit of much needed shade on a very warm day. Afterwards, we completed our circuit around the town and then set off for Thiviers.

Abbey & Church of Saint Pierre

Abbey & Church of Saint Pierre

One of the most notable and often controversial products of the Perigord is foie gras, a luxury food item made from the specially fattened liver of duck or goose. If you are a lover of this gourmet specialty as we are or have ever wondered about it, a visit to the Maison de Foie Gras in Thiviers is a must. This small town of 3,147 inhabitants is the place where Jean-Paul Sartre spent his childhood and where you will find a museum dedicated to the production of foie gras. However, there’s something we learned on our last trip that we forgot to remember. French museums require a lot of time and patience in order to appreciate the wealth of knowledge they provide as just about everything is presented in written format. You have to take your time and read, read, read. Exhibits are short on visuals and multimedia and rarely interactive. Fortunately, we had this small museum all to ourselves this day (perhaps so much of the written word drove others away) and our perseverance in spending the time reading most of the presentations paid off even though we already knew quite a bit. For one thing, we never knew that foie gras was actually created by the Greeks who used dried prunes to feed the geese, the Romans adopted it, and eventually it ended up in France. So the idea is thousands of years old. We learned even more including the interesting fact that the period of time ducks and geese are force fed in order to produce the delectable fattened liver only lasts about two weeks, or 15% of their lives. Once you understand all the details of the process, you realize that these animals are treated far more humanely than most of the poultry we eat in the U.S. We had the feeling that the museum attendants were impressed with how much time we spent there and, of course, they were even happier when we purchased a crock of foie gras with truffles as we left.

Museum of Foie Gras

Museum of Foie Gras

Speaking of truffles, next stop… the tiny town of Sorges (pop. 1,265) where the Ecomusée de la Truffe is located. Truffles are the fruiting body of a specific type of fungus and are highly prized in the gourmet food industry sometimes referred to by chefs as “black diamonds”. We had every intention of visiting this museum when we started out in the morning, but after the exhausting task of absorbing all that information about foie gras we could not bring ourselves to face this experience twice in the same day. On top of that, the temperature had risen to almost 100°. There was not a soul in sight for good reason and we quickly decided that the picnic we planned to have there would have to be enjoyed later in the comfort of our much cooler apartment. Besides, we figured the pursuit of truffles would not be nearly as interesting as foie gras.



We were fascinated by the landscape we encountered on our short journey. Like many parts of this region, there is a lot of variation. Rolling hills covered with oaks and chestnut trees. Apple, plum and walnut trees and a large amount of deciduous as well as evergreen trees are interspersed among the valleys and ridges of the hills. The roads wind through this bucolic landscape and offer surprising views at every turn. Occasionally, we would cross a slow flowing river spanned by an ancient arched stone bridge or pass between curtains of tall trees lining the narrow roadway. Small villages dot the landscape and there are grand chateaus seemingly everywhere. It’s truly a fairytale setting.


Monday, Monday…*

imageSometimes even when you are on vacation and in a completely different part of the world, Monday is Monday. You know those Monday’s when you get up on the wrong side of the bed and nothing seems to go right and you just chalk it up to being Monday? Well, here in France, sometimes lundi is just lundi, and this past Monday was one of those days. Not all bad, bien sûr, because we ARE in France and we ARE on vacation, but here’s how it went.

We got up and had our usual gourmet (it says so right on the side of the cornflakes box) breakfast of yogurt topped with cornflakes and fresh strawberries which was delicious. This is actually a very common petit déjeuner we experienced on our previous trip and decided to replicate. After breakfast, we were anxious to walk back to the farmer’s market to pick up some more fresh vegetables. One of the two markets nearby is supposed to be held every day of the week, but, alas, when we got there we found only one vendor with a very poor selection. Quel dommage! Well, at least we got our walk in for the day.

When we returned “home” again, we had to wait for someone connected to the owner of our apartment to come and give us a receipt for the €300 security deposit we entrusted to the woman we assume was the owner’s personal assistant on Saturday. It has been our experience that quite often when the rental contract states that a security deposit is required upon arrival, most people haven’t asked us for it. I suppose we look like trustworthy tenants. This time, Norman made the mistake of asking about paying the deposit and completely complicated things. The woman who turned over the keys to us had no idea what he was talking about, nevertheless, once he mentioned it, she then felt obligated to follow through but didn’t really know how to handle it. The conversation was in French so we had a difficult time explaining the situation. Interesting because every e-mail communication the owners have exchanged with me has been in fairly fluent English. So either they have someone helping them answer e-mails or Google Translate works much better for the French. Though we can sympathize because we’re at the point where we can read and write French decently but speaking and understanding it, well, that’s going to take awhile. Anyway, eventually, the owners’ daughter showed up (we had to guess this is who she was because none of the French ever introduce themselves to us… pourquoi?) and we took care of that confusing business.

Next item on our agenda was to locate an art store we found online where Norman could buy a larger paintbrush for his watercolors. However, since the store’s hours included the usual closure between noon and 2:00, we had some time to kill. So we decided to venture out to one of the three small communities that serve as suburbs to Périgueux and check out the Leclerc shopping center there. This seemed a simple task, but no sooner than we arrived, Norman realized he didn’t know where he had put the set of house keys belonging to our apartment. There are several keys for various doors plus an electric garage door opener for the parking garage. He scoured every inch of the car for about 20 minutes and didn’t succeed in finding them. He knew the keys had to be in the car because he had to use the garage door opener to get out of the parking garage and we didn’t stop anywhere else so we couldn’t have lost them. Norman was beginning to get really stressed out and upset when he started thinking about what a nightmare it would be if we couldn’t find the keys — no way to get back in to the apartment, no way to contact the owners, and the cost of replacing them… Ooh, là, là! There goes our €300 deposit. At last, we both made one more try at locating the keys. I reached into the console compartment between the front seats and remembered that there was a sliding drink holder that flips over and reveals sort of a hidden receptacle… and there they were! Ouf!! Disaster avoided but not without a lot of unnecessary stress.

Finally, we made our way into the shopping mall, found a place to sit, and took a few deep breaths. Once we had composed ourselves, we explored the most gigantic Leclerc hypermarket we have seen yet. This store even had large and small kitchen appliances, TVs, and cameras. We have always heard that these items are very expensive in France and when it comes to refrigerators, stoves, washers, and dryers, they are often much smaller than American appliances so we were curious to see what they were like. Mon Dieu! What a surprise! We found very nice, full-size appliances in the range of €200-500 ($220-550 at today’s exchange rate). One 60″ LCD TV with the latest technology was only €600 ($675). We also found just about every small kitchen appliance you could imagine for very reasonable prices. As we walked through the rest of the aisles in the store, we saw that there was pretty much everything you would need for your home and all very affordable. This might seem like a strange way to spend your vacation — checking out stores and prices instead of seeing the sights, but that’s part of the research we came here to do. It helped us realize that many of the items we thought we would want or need to bring with us if we move here won’t be necessary. That will certainly make our shipping container lighter.

Given that it has been very warm here with temperatures in the 90’s, Norman was hoping to pick up a couple more pairs of lightweight shorts. Leclerc also carries clothing so we looked through the men’s section to see what we could find. During the summer, many French men both young and old tend to wear very narrow fitting knee-length shorts, often with cuffs, or three-quarter length lightweight pants known to us as crop pants when they are dressing casually. This is not exactly Norman’s style. I was wondering if we would find anything that would suit him. We actually did but then had to figure out sizes. Of course they are different than American sizes, but I had forgotten to look up the conversion beforehand. Knowing he had to make sure they fit, the next issue was trying to remember how to ask if he could try them on. Zut! Those translators on your phone don’t work without a connection! He managed to figure out where the dressing room was and used a couple of words and gestures to accomplish the task. We weren’t surprised when the shorts he picked out didn’t fit, and we came to the conclusion that we had to save clothes shopping for another time when we had more accurate sizing information.

So far we had been frustrated at almost every turn. In the end, we picked up a few things for dinner and headed “home” once again because by this time, we were both exhausted. Purchasing the paintbrush would have to wait for another day.

Eventually, once we had both recuperated from the day’s events, we were able to spend an enjoyable evening in our Périgueux apartment. Norman busied himself in the kitchen and I assisted setting timers and washing dishes. After about an hour, he produced an excellent version of his famous Salade Niçoise for that evening and a delicious cold Zucchini Soup for the next night’s dinner. Génial!

🎶Monday, Monday… Sometimes it just turns out that way.🎶

*With a nod to The Mamas & The Papas for those old enough to remember.

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