Opposite the school where one of my kids goes there is a sports hall. In front of the sports hall are a row of pillars, they hold up part of the roof and provide teenagers with a useful surface for love messages, graffitti and philosophical musings.
There is also a finely penned "Fuck France", which maybe partly explains why the sport's teacher feels the need to give a copy of the above list to her students.
More about Living in France here.
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Somewhere in France there is a loaf of bread.
You need to be able to see it.
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