Mas de Fauchon
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- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
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weird and cool to see him again. Even though the visit was short, I was glad we
were able to see each other for a bit. How often does that happen anyways?
I went to his place the next night for supper. His
girlfriend made a yummy rice dish with sausages in it and I got to hear all
... have our fair share!
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