#10: The Scooby Doo Blues I wafted my hand over the automatic bin in the kitchen of the chambres d’hôtes, and slowly, satisfyingly, the......read more.
#9: A Cannes Do Attitude I emerged through the arrivals gate and strode, as if this happens all the time, towards the uniformed chauffeur......read more.
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