Secret Handshakes in Medieval France

We leave Spain on a high-speed train to cross the border into Perpignan, France. We have a rental car reserved at a nearby airport. During the solid twenty-minute cab ride to the “nearby” airport, when I explain (in French, as our driver only speaks French) that we are headed to Toulouse, he strongly suggests we... Continue Reading →

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