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    • Day 6

      Day 06 21.04 . . . Last leg Home

      April 20, 2024 in France ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

      When Tre whispered to ask me what time it was (6.30am) it was all that was needed by Loup to let out a little whine, indicating he was also awake and needed his walk. We both got up and took him for a walk and visited the facilities. We had last night parked in the Chateau car park at Rocamadour for the princely sum of 19 Euros which we were still to pay. For this price we had a very large car park and access to the church grounds and rear of the church which stands at the top of the rock outcrop. Whilst on the walk the church bells rang for the first time this morning - 7am. We had been concerned at 10.00pm last night when they were still ringing, that they would ring throughout the night - thankfully not.
      The Sanctuary of Rocamadour has been an important pilgrim destination for centuries. The Sanctuary is made up of a group of beautiful buildings in a cluster halfway up the rock face and with stunning views over the village and the valley.
      Legend has it that Rocamadour was home to a hermit, Zaccheus of Jericho, who is said to have personally spoken to Jesus. He died in 70AD and was buried at Rocamadour. The Virgin Mary was worshipped in Rocamadour from the 9th century but in 1166 a perfectly preserved body was found which was said by some to be Zaccheus and by others to be Saint Amadour, a hermit who lived in the caves.
Either way the discovery caused the pilgrims to come flocking and Rocamadour became a major pilgrim destination. The body was found with a black wooden statue which has since been linked to many miracles and the Black Madonna attracts many pilgrims including, in the past, King Louis XI of France and King Henry II of England.
During the Middle Ages Rocamadour was the third most important pilgrim destination in the world after the Holy Land and Santiago de Compostela. It still receives around one million pilgrims each year.
      Walk ended we packed up our belongings and headed to the exit. Tre quickly found that the two main pay machines were not in service, which caused some anxiety for us as no staff were on site. We then saw a further machine right by the exit barrier. Tre waved the ticket at the machine and as we know miracles do happen - as says the church, for the barrier lifted and I drove Rox out . . . . No overnight payment required it would appear!!
      We then drove mainly north on the A20, skirting Brive-La-Gaillarde and then bypassing Limoges. We were again spoilt by stunning scenery, beautiful villages and small towns along the route.
      We had decided to make one stop on our 3 hour trip home, which we made at a services to give Loup a run around. Shortly after being back on the road I realised we weren’t going to make it all the way home without further fuel . . . so another quick stop was required . . . . muppet!
      From Limoges we headed north west towards Civray, where we stopped to grab some food for when we got home. Then it was a 20 minute jaunt back to our little place.
      The weather had been glorious on the drive home and so it was when we pulled onto the driveway of our little place. Loup was thrilled to be running around the garden again and checking everything was where and how he had left it.
      The garden was definitely more green than when we left and all of the plum trees showed first signs of fruit - even the pom pom tree was in bloom when there hadn’t even been a bud in sight when we left.
      We had the most brilliant time on the road, if not a little tiring - especially with Loup, and we saw some amazing scenery and architecture . . . but it was lovely to be home.
      Not long before we go on another little adventure - France to the UK for a festival and family visits, then back to France and onto Italy . . . this time with Mr & Mrs Annals - which could be messy!

      Our song of the day is:
Little White Lies (Long Version) - Michael Kiwanuka (Tre’s choice)

      Todays album never heard before in its entirety is:
The Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers (Our Rating 8/10)
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    • Day 143

      06.02 Day 143 . . Under A Blood Red Sky

      February 6, 2023 in France ⋅ 🌙 5 °C

      Despite our very late night we were all up at 9am for breakfast. Tre had made sure we had bought most of the stock of croissants and pastries in readiness for this morning - so we all over indulged.
      After the very relaxed brekkie we got ourselves ready and headed off to Niort at about lunchtime. Parked up we wandered over to the main bridge to see the river and church set upon the hill.
      Eglise Saint-André de Niort is proudly erected on the highest hill of Niort, the church of Pierre-Théophile Segrétain, the first architect of the historical monuments of Deux-Sèvres, gives itself the appearance of a cathedral with its two arrows of 70 meters high.
      Present since the 11th century, it experienced the wars of Religion and the Revolution before being entirely rebuilt in the 19th century in the neo-gothic style.
      At the end of the seventeenth century, the church of Saint-André was said to be “the most beautiful and largest in the province” and also historically older than Notre-Dame.
      During the Revolution, largely destroyed, it was de-adapted and called the ‘Temple of the Mountain’.
      In 2015, it was added to the list of Historical Monuments by the same builder as the Church of Saint-Hilaire in Niort.
      We then walked many of the backstreets taking in the various styles of architecture and woodworking.
      We ended up back near to the main market area and visited Tre and my favourite cafe for a hot drinks. We then went for a further wander before ending up sitting outside in the sunshine for baguettes and another hot drink.
      After food we walked back to the car and drive out of the main town and to Decathlon for a little retail therapy. I think I was the only one that bought anything in the end - although we were in there for ages.
      We then headed home and stopped in Melle at SuperU for food and drinks. We certainly stocked up well on wine, beer and crisps 😂
      On the way home from Melle we could see a fantastic sunset starting and so back at home we dashed to the end of the road to catch the sunset in all its glory. The sky was almost red, but actually remained a very intense burnt orange for as far as could be seen. After taking far too many photos we returned home, unloaded the car and sat down for our lasagne that Tre had prepped yesterday. An apple tart with cream from SuperU was the only way to go for pud, washed down with some wine.
      We spent the evening chatting and finishing more wine and undertook our first attempt at an impromptu music quiz - which definitely needs some more rules set in any future games.
      We called it a day at about 11pm as we were up early for market tomorrow.

      Then we two scorched the earth - set fire to the sky 
We stooped so low to reach so high 
A link is lost - the chain undone 
We wait all day for night to come 
And it comes like a hunter, child.
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    • Day 204

      08.04 Day 204 . . . Yellow !

      April 8, 2023 in France ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

      So we were up and about before 8am and grabbed some quick breakfast. Tre and I have cut back on bread and pasta and crisps and all other not so healthy options with a view to shedding some pounds before Summer, the ability to hide excess baggage under clothes then gone.
      We were out of the door before 9am and into Rox, then on our way to Niort. The weather again is glorious and the views on the drive stunning. Can’t believe a little over 6 months ago we were in our little place in Haywards Heath surrounding by houses, shops, companies and volumes of traffic. Sometimes we can drive for ages without seeing another car!
      It took us about 40 minutes to Niort where we parked in our now normal parking area near to the river, literally just next to the market area.
      We walked up to the market and it was heaving as expected. Easter holiday had brought out the masses combined with the lovely sunny and warm weather - unlike a couple of weeks ago.
      We grabbed a huge cauliflower for under €2 and then garlic, white asparagus, onions, fresh mint and then headed to the meat counter. We chose a shoulder of lamb which the butcher then without bother, volunteered to take it off the bone and string it into a joint for us - looks great, will update tomorrow. We also saw or a neighbouring stall huge artichokes which we decided against as neither of us was sure how to cook from scratch. More research required first.
      I then grabbed a couple of things off the Spanish stall, not sure what they were called but one with chicken filling the other beef filling - with a free chilli dip. Will try these later.
      Beaten to the first table and chairs in the sunshine at the cafe we quickly found another and then sat people watching for half an hour.
      Post coffee and red faces from the sun we went for a shop wander and also to find a bank. The nearest bank (with a long queue) happened to be right opposite my favourite vinyl record shop, so Tre volunteered to queue while I went vinyl hunting.
      Money collected and no vinyl purchased (nearly did - a Black Keys box set) we returned to Rox and headed out of the town centre.
      Now Tre and I have had an ongoing argument about her need for some trainers. She has some - packed in a bag in the UK and she maintains she can wait til we get all our stuff over - I maintain not a good idea. So off to Decathlon we went!!
      Once inside we waddled the aisles, me not wanting the pressure the issue by walking straight to the trainer aisle. However Tre had other ideas and we spent a good hour or so choosing summer clothing, skirts and dresses, shorts for me and finally - yes we got there . . . trainers for Tre!!
      On finally leaving Decathlon we realised we hadn’t bought eggs at the market and so headed for SuperU.
      Well the eggs Tre had in mind when she mentioned it come from hens, the eggs I had in mind come from a chocolate factory.
      So at SuperU we bought both - the not eating unhealthy has a clause about Easter I assured Tre.
      We took our normal now back roads tout home to take in the yellow rapeseed field or Rutabaga as my app calls it.
      It was so fab we did a second pass along one particular road and Tre grabbed a video.
      We got home about 5pm and our planned meal for the evening was shelved due to lack of time - so we decided on a second night of lasagne.
      I checked in Chelsea dreadful season with another loss, this time to Wolves . . . Lampard isn’t an instant fix. Also a little reminder research on how to use my wind metre for the drone, now I’ve put a new battery in it.
      The chicken and beef Mexican things were lovely and the chilli sauce - well it was really sweet to start with almost fruity and then turned bloody hot. Need to tap the lady on the stall up for the recipe for this.
      We had dinner about 7pm and then settled in for rubbish telly and another film - which we got half way through and binned it.
      So probably in bed about 1030pm and I nodded straight off.
      Sun, Mexican food, vinyl shopping, and country fresh air is all too much for this old timer.
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    • Day 62

      17.11 Day 62 . . . Bordeaux Bound

      November 17, 2022 in France ⋅ ⛅ 11 °C

      Our aim was to leave by about 9.30am to travel to Bordeaux and then have some time in the city.
      It was about that time when we packed the Hollywoods cases into the car and we set off, myself and Mr H in the hire car and Tre and Mrs H following along in Roxvanne. As per the last couple of days the weather was bloody awful and we made slow progress down the N10 in the rain dodging the numerous HGVs that were thundering along with us.
      We stopped briefly on route to grab some food and a hot drink and then we were off again on the very short last leg to Bordeaux. One pit stop just outside Bordeaux to fill the hire car tank with fuel and then in towards the airport and to out very cheap and cheerful hotel.
      We arrived at the hotel in pouring rain and ran inside to book in. Ten minutes later we had dropped all our bags I to the rooms and had established from the receptionist that the No 1 bus took us to the heart of the city.
      We walked now thankfully in light drizzle to the bus stop and waited. The receptionist had promised buses were every ten minutes and she wasn’t wrong. All on board for the princely sum of €6 for all four of us, we undertook what was about 30 minutes to the city centre.
      We hopped off at Gambette-Mériadeck as instructed by the receptionist and walked towards the Cathedral.
      It was a matter of minutes before we found ourselves in-explicably drawn into an Irish bar ‘The Connemara’ where we had a couple of drinks to warm up from several dousing’s of rain. From there we wandered a few minutes around the corner to Bordeaux Cathedral - Cathédrale Saint-André de Bordeaux. Bordeaux Cathedral, officially known as the Primatial Cathedral of St Andrew of Bordeaux (French: Cathédrale-Primatiale Saint-André de Bordeaux), is a Roman Catholic church dedicated to Saint Andrew and located in Bordeaux. It is the seat of the Archbishop of Bordeaux.
      Link https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bordeaux_Cathedral
      By now the light had almost gone and we spent sometime in the square watching artists sketching, before finally entering the cathedral. Inside was absolutely jaw-dropping. The height, the design, the detail and the pure amazement of how this could have been built, like this, so many years ago. It was an absolute pleasure to walk around this cathedral and that is from someone who is not the greatest lover of churches or things religious. To top it all at one point, there was an evening service, which in the main was sung by both the church clergy and those attending the service - it was very special and truly lovely to hear.
      We finally left the cathedral and walked east until hitting the road which runs along the west side of the River Garonne. We walked along the river before turning back west when we reached Porte Cailhau. Built between 1493 and 1496 on the site of an ancient defensive gate, this gatehouse honoured King Charles VIII’s conquest of the Kingdom of Naples. On the sidefacing the river, a niche with his effigy commemorates his victories in the build up to the Battle of Fornovo (1495). While undoubtedly a military edifice, equipped with a port cullis and wide machicolations, the forthcoming Renaissance period brought with it a new architectural language of mullioned windows and freestone carvings. It provides a 23 metre high panoramic view of the river.
      We then walked the back streets until we found a restaurant, which turned out to be directly opposite the cathedral again - when we did we were so lucky to find one that was so typically French, which was perfect for our last night with Mr & Mrs H. Café Français at 5 Pl. Pey Berland, is as you would imagine a French restaurant to be. Styled and just so! We also hit gold with our waitress ‘Harmonie’ who could not do enough to help us, smiling and laughing the entire time. She was a credit to the restaurant - at tentative when she needed to be without overly fussing. Three of us undertook steaks while Mrs H has a lovely looking salad. Very large beers and wine were had before puds!
      All four of rolled out of the restaurant, totally stuffed.
      We walked back to Gambette-Mériadeck to catch the bus back to the hotel, conscious it was getting late. After realising we needed to find the street for the return journey, which was not Gambette-Mériadeck, we hastily hustled through some further back streets, before having to ask a bar owner for directions. He kindly came out of his bar and walked us down another side street and pointing to our stop.
      Ten minutes later we were on the bus back and half hour later we walked into our hotel, said our good nights and retired to our rooms.
      Tomorrow was going to be a very early start !!
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    • Day 100

      76. Niort & Coullon

      July 22, 2022 in France ⋅ ☁️ 27 °C

      Wie angenehm dieses Niort!!! 💝💝💝
      Noch nie gehört dass dieser Ort existiert, aber ein Wiedertreffen mit Matt’s langen Freund François. Desen Wohnung wir mal bewohnten in Zürich, mit dem wir mal in Indien waren, damals so ohne Kinder auf unserer ersten gemeinsamen Reise und den wir das letzte Mal in Dubai mit damals 3Kindern trafen -etwa vor 7Jahren. Er war gerade in Paris. Sonst lebt er mit seiner Familie in Qatar, also war Niort ein guter Kompromiss 😇🤪🤣. Und der Part war soooo angenehm ruhig, charmant und ein super Stellplatz stellt dort die Stadt zur Verfügung mit Strom und allem drum und dran für 12Euro. Gemütlich am Fluss.
      Am nächsten Morgen fuhren wir durch die Wedlands von Coullon. Gerne hätten wir einen Zwischenstopp dort gemacht,aber die Kids schliefen noch. Also ging es weiter Richtung Küste wieder. Was nicht sehr schlau war zu einem Samstag… 🙈💩
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    • Day 41–45

      Niort

      October 22, 2023 in France ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

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    • Day 7

      Arrivée J7

      August 16, 2022 in France ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

      Hier nous étions posées tranquillement sur la plage à attendre le feu d’artifice. Elsa se met à crier. Une mygale est en train de se balader sous elle. Je prend le jeu d’Audrey, lui tend et je lui dis de l’écraser. Elle fait pas la maligne et crie que j’ai qu’à le faire moi même. La dame à côté a plus de courage que nous deux réunies, d’une main habile, elle shoote l’araignée et l’envoie directement … sur nos voisins du dessous …
      Le feu d’artifice commence, il est tiré des deux côtés de la plage en même temps et il y a un décalage entre l’éclatement visuel et sonore. Ça me perturbe (oui, il en faut pas beaucoup pour me perturber…). Des feux d’artifices en forme de smiley et de cœur sont tirés et le final est incroyable. Il est temps de repartir, notre arrêt de bus est à côté du musée Asiatiqua. On a donné la mission à Audrey de le retenir, elle a donc choisi 2 mots clés Jonas (son copain qui travaille dans un musée) et Bo Bun (un plat asiatique). On arrive à l’arrêt de bus, la file d’attente est énorme mais vraiment énorme. Elsa voit que tous les bus arrivent par 3 et se dit qu’on va aller plus loin que le début de la file d’attente. On aura pas le premier mais le 2e ou 3e. On l’écoute. Le premier bus arrive, tout le monde se précipite dedans, on sait d’avance qu’on a aucune chance de monter mais pas de 2e bus à l’horizon. Je doute un peu d’Elsa. Quelle erreur … Le deuxième bus arrive et nous sommes dans les premières dedans!
      On passe une heure dans le bus et on finit par arriver à 0h30 à l’appart. On lance le lave vaisselle, fait la vaisselle, nos sacs, nos douches, on se couche à 1h30, on se lève donc dans ? 4h ? Super !
      Réveil 5h30 qui pique, on découvre Elsa habillée et en train de se maquiller. Elle est pas nette si vous voulez mon avis ! On récupère nos affaires et on est prêtes à partir. Faut-il encore descendre nos vélos ! Vous vous souvenez les 3 étages, les escaliers super étroits ? Il se pourrait qu’on ait un peu tapé sur les murs des voisins du dessous …
      On prend la route, s’arrête sur le pont pour prendre une petite photo et un selfie et on est reparties. On arrive plus que large, change de quai par les ascenseurs. Le train arrive, on repère le wagon vélo, s’y dirige. La contrôleuse nous dit qu’il y a 3 places vélo sur le wagon et une sur le wagon au bout. Il y a une dame à vélo, qui voit bien qu’on est 3 mais qui a pas l’air de vouloir bouger. On se sépare et Audrey va dans l’autre wagon. La contrôleuse chipote aussi un peu, 4 vélos dans un wagon de 3, ça passe laarrrggee. A l’aller on a été jusqu’à 7 et je vous parle pas des années précédentes !
      On arrive à Dax. La dame qui nous a piqué la 3eme place de vélo descend et Audrey aimerait récupérer son vélo à l’autre bout du train. Elsa garde les affaires et je pars avec Audrey l’aider. On arrive au vélo, Audrey me donne ses sacs. Une foule débarque dans le train. Mais une marée humaine ! On se dit qu’on aura jamais le temps de déplacer le vélo, on abandonne et fait demi tour. On se retrouve très rapidement coincées dans cette foule, impossible de rejoindre Elsa. Le train est tellement plein que les gens sont coincés sur le quai. On est coincés en gare, ils avaient prévus de raccrocher une deuxième rame mais décident d’en appeler une troisième vu le monde. Elle arrive, ça se désemplit un peu, juste assez pour qu’on respire. On a déjà 20 min de retard … On arrive dans les gares suivantes, des gens continuent de monter. Je sais pas combien de billets la SNCF a vendu mais au moins 6 fois plus que la capacité normale. Définitivement les mecs sont teubes ! Juste avant de sortir du train à Bordeaux, je scanne leur QR code pour leur donner mon avis sur ce voyage. Le QR code n’est pas enregistré. En fait, je crois que c’est l’inverse, les mecs sont pas teubés, ils sont très forts !
      Petite pause pipi à Bordeaux, on passe à la boulangerie chercher le petit dej. On demande 3 pains au chocolat. Pas de réaction. Désolée Marion mais, soit les gens sont moins à cheval sur le terme chocolatine que leur réputation laisse penser, soit on est tombées sur les deux seules personnes qui en ont rien à faire.
      On retourne vers la gare, on se rend compte que notre train est sur une voie accessible que par les escaliers, forcément… Sur la voie de train, je me fais toper par le contrôleur. Il me demande où je vais, si j’ai bien réservé une place vélo et me demande si je suis Maya. Olala comme dirait Audrey ! Je lui dit non, il me dit Elsa, Audrey ? Je suis avec elle et moi je suis Emeline. Ah c’est bizarre il me trouve pas ! A touché le fond mais creuse encore ! Il finit par me trouver, on rentre dans le train non sans mal mais je vous passe les détails, c’est toujours la même galère, vous allez finir par vous lasser !
      On décide de jouer au loto. On a eu tellement la poisse les premiers jours, qu’on se dit qu’il faut qu’on rééquilibre la balance cosmique en ayant un gros coup de chance. On fait un appel à petit Bouddha pour qu’il nous susurre les chiffres gagnants et Audrey lui promet de devenir boudhiste si on gagne ! Elsa propose le 79, on lui répond que les grilles vont que jusqu’au 49, elle nous dit, met l’inverse 27. 79/27 oui oui Elsa. Heureusement qu’elle a pas fait comptable !
      On décide de jouer les chiffres :
      - des départements visités: 33/40/46 (l’inverse de 64) : Gironde/Les landes/Pyrénées Atlantiques
      - De la loose : 25 bornes en taxi, 6 alarmes incendies, 3 crevaisons et km dans le sable (et 3 copines mais c’est pas de la loose), 4 km à pied à cause de la crevaison et heures de sommeil à cause du train
      Ainsi, si dans les prochaines semaines vous voyez Audrey devenir rentière, Elsa s’acheter un kart, une remorque et un van et moi m’acheter une maison à 1560k€, c’est qu’on a gagné !
      On arrive à La Rochelle. Même histoire, escaliers, on porte les vélos. On arrive devant le train, on est bonnes, il est à l’heure. Mais inédit : on se fait refuser l’entrée. Le train est vide mais on pas le droit de rentrer. Le train d’après est 3h plus tard et on est déjà 9 vélos sur le quai donc on est même pas sure de pouvoir rentrer dedans. Mais PUTAIN DE FUCKING SNCF DE MERDE !!!!!!!! Et il pleut sa grand mère !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
      Bon. Vous l’aurez compris j’avais les nerfs ! On s’est posée, on a commandé à manger. J’ai insulté, j’ai pleuré, j’ai mangé. J’ai presque réussi à me calmer. A la fin du repas, un pigeon s’installe dans les toits et lâche une crotte qui s’écrase à quelques mètre de nous. Jusqu’au bout, la SNCF nous chie dessus littéralement!
      On retourne sur notre quai, retrouve la famille qui s’est aussi fait jeter du train tout à l’heure et avec qui on a sympathisé. Le train arrive. On courre vers le wagon vélo. Il y a 5 crochets. On met nos 3 vélos, sort du train et nous faisons signe au mr de venir prendre les places qu’il reste. Un couple arrive et les veut également et ne comprend pas qu’on les bloque. On se fight un peu et ils sortent (c’est parce qu’on est super impressionnantes) et le mr prend les deux portes vélos pour lui et son fils. On est dans le train vers Niort. J’ai jamais eu autant hâte que les vacances se terminent !
      On arrive en gare de Niort, un petit coucou au mr et on y va. On arrive chez Elsa, elle récupère son courrier et trouve plein de pub. Pourtant elle a bien l’autocollant stop pub. Elle nous répond qu’il est aussi efficace que la SNCF ! C’est gratuit mais ça fait du bien !
      On charge les vélos dans la voiture d’Audrey et nous voilà en route. J’ai le droit à une petite visite guidée d’Indre la nouvelle ville où elle vient d’emménager où on valide les tickets du loto au passage. Je prend ensuite la route de mon côté, direction Vannes. C’était cool les vacances mais on est quand même complètement épuisées !

      On s’est posées la question de pourquoi toutes ces merdes alors que les années précédentes, tout s’était bien passé et on a 3 théories :
      - On avait prévu 2 jours avec peu de km pour profiter de la ville d’arrivée et la plage mais on faisait un périple sportif et on n’était pas là pour faire la crêpe ! Mais cette théorie n’explique pas la SNCF
      - Emilie nous porte chance car elle n’est pas là cette année
      - Elsa nous porte la poisse, en plus elle est née un vendredi 13. Cette théorie est la moins plébiscitée puisque l’année dernière, elle était déjà là mais on se dit que c’est peut être la chance du débutant !
      Et vous ? Vous en pensez quoi ?

      Bilan total : 202km en vélo et 34 à pied, 4 pneus démontés et remontés, 2 deraillages, 6 moyens de locomotion (vélo, pied, train, bus, bateau, taxi), 3 départements traversés, 1 rupture définitivement engagée avec la SNCF et des pertes de nerfs mais celles là, on les a pas compté, il y en a trop eu !
      Ce qui m’inquiète, cependant, c’est le niveau de ces résumés pour l’année prochaine. Parce que là, on vous a habitué à des rebondissements, du suspense, des galères … mais nous on veut pas revivre ça ! Même pour vous faire rire ! Par contre l’année prochaine c’est révision complète des vélos avant de partir et sans négociation !!
      Quand on disait que ce serait un challenge mental plus que physique, on pensait pas à ce point là !! Et le gros point positif, c’est quand même qu’on a réussi à ne pas se prendre la tête une seule fois de tout le séjour avec toutes les galères qu’on a eu, et ça, c’est fort !

      Allez à l’année prochaine !
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    You might also know this place by the following names:

    Niort, نيور, نیور, ניור, NIT, ニオール, 니오르, Niortium, Njoras, Niòrt, 79000, Ньор, Ниор, Ніор, 尼奥尔

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