C'est Magnifique,
Trip Start
Jan 01, 1972
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Trip End
Jul 08, 2007
1967 was the year I discovered that I would fall in love with France and everything French and even 40 years later, just like my love for my husband, it not only has not dissipated, but continues to develop. My parents decided on a summer trip through the French wine country, concentrating on the Loire Valley, and although they would normally never consider the often cattle train environment of a tour package, with their lack of command of the French language, they threw all caution to the wind and zeroed in on a 7 day bus trip. The daily experiences for this 12 year old, the youngest on the tour, was overwhelming, from a hosted lunch in a wine cellar's cave and traipsing through the vineyards to private wine tastings with the winemakers (I was allowed to wet my whistle on occasion) and the majestic churches and museums, we visited. It was the penultimate finish in Paris that forever cemented my unbreakable link to this city of lights, and gave me the firm conviction that I would return here to live and study.
