And for more than 5 hours I sat in the backseat of Antoine's car listening to he and Sharon talk and watching the landscape pass me by, occasionally noting a blur of pale green as we passed a pit stop. It seemed to go on forever like an American interstate.
But unlike the American interstate, the autoroute from Paris to Nantes was not an unpleasant forever.Wednesday, April 14, 2010
FIELD NOTE 4.41 - French highways.
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