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In the morning there's a spread of French pastries waiting for everyone in the galley, and a few carafes full of black coffee with cream and sugar to taste.
In the afternoon there's a song in the air. Where is it coming from? What the hell are they saying? Why is it being playing ten times in a row?
In the evening there are fireworks. Beautiful, patriotic fireworks of silver, red, and blue. In the galley there's some lovely quiche for dinner.
Vive la France!
In the afternoon there's a song in the air. Where is it coming from? What the hell are they saying? Why is it being playing ten times in a row?
In the evening there are fireworks. Beautiful, patriotic fireworks of silver, red, and blue. In the galley there's some lovely quiche for dinner.
Vive la France!
