Paul and Vreneli Farber.
One of those moments I think I'd've stayed in forever had you been there instead of your friend, our friend at the front door back home with your $4000 in the Bell Market bag and the dog in Calistoga.
Oh yes, ha ha, I flew first class from Barajas and rode to Nice all the way in a cab, in my seersucker suit, in those shoes like my Dad hated, planning post cards and a new language.
We stayed in the poolhouse, whatever it was, no villa but better, down at the end of the terrace, away from the kids in the east and just below the German family.
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