The view from our second floor porch: The wind had just moved the clouds off the top of the Blue Ridge, but the Loudoun Valley remains concealed.
Thatâ€™s exactly the kind of morning I dislike, David. For, there are plenty such mornings in France. You just need to add a little dark car and a couple of walkers dressed in cheap synthetic black coats going to pick mushrooms and â€” you get a picture exemplifying those typical French mornings.
But I acknowledge the picture is unmistakably beautiful.
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