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July 25, 2016

And who of us doesn’t love Europe? If they say they don’t, they are lying.

Castles, quaint French villages overflowing with wine and cheese. Whitewashed Spanish villages perched on arid hills overlooking the Mediterranean: the smell of fresh-baked bread and strong coffee in the morning and calamari fried in olive oil at night. Tapas, wiener schnitzel, black olives and blood pudding; wine and beer and the great open spaces dotted with relics of 2000 years of history – history of the ‘west’, my history too. - - Joel D. Hirst

Posted by gerardvanderleun at July 25, 2016 10:34 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Mighty fine wordsmithing. Brought up memories of many fine times in quaint villages steeped in history. A grand place it is and the technocrats in Brussels are doing their best to turn it into a bureaucrat's wet dream of diversity and compulsion.

Posted by: Jimmy J. [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 25, 2016 8:44 PM

Sounds like a Wolfe travelogue for NPR.

Posted by: Vermont Woodchuck [TypeKey Profile Page] at July 26, 2016 6:21 AM

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