Because all the pelouses were interdites, we had our picnic on a stone bench on the side of the gravel walkway. We watched all the tourists milling around and wished they were in powdered wigs and giant dresses.
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Jambon fromage sur baguette |
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Gaufre liegoise
(I love you Belgium!) |
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