Some cool where to vacation images:
Sarlat's Armory
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one of France's MANY dongs, beside the town of Sarlat, which is a walled medieval town in the middle of France
I took these photos on a solo trip to France my mother gave me as a college graduation present in 2001. I drove from southern France, specifically Nice, meandered through the countryside, and ended in Paris, where I spent a good deal of time there. I was supposed to go home September 14th, 2001, but clearly, I ended up staying a little longer than I had planned.
The French people, especially the Parisians were wonderful. Although most of them told me I have an Italian accent when I parlay-voo.
Pigalle
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just a taste of the family-friendly sex district known as "Pigalle," which literally translates to "Pig Alley."
I took these photos on a solo trip to France my mother gave me as a college graduation present in 2001. I drove from southern France, specifically Nice, meandered through the countryside, and ended in Paris, where I spent a good deal of time there. I was supposed to go home September 14th, 2001, but clearly, I ended up staying a little longer than I had planned.
The French people, especially the Parisians were wonderful. Although most of them told me I have an Italian accent when I parlay-voo.
Survivors
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Shortly after VE Day, some Nazis in the French countryside, on their way out of the once-occupied country, went batshit and killed every last person in or near the small town of Oradoure-sur-Glane. There was only one survivor, who escaped through a window of the town church and successfully hid herself until the Nazis left. A total of 642 people were killed, for no reason other than the Nazis were acting like Nazis.
The ruins, which have not been altered other than the addition of a monument, a museum across the street, and a sign which reads, in English, the word, "REMEMBER."
Oradour-sur-Glane is the most haunted place I have ever been. Everything about that place-the dirt, the walls, the artifacts like this bicycle and sewing machine, physically emit sadness.
For more information, and I recommend you read more about it, visit the official Oradour website: www.oradour.info/ruined/summary.htm
Here's a clip from the "summary" page regarding the sole survivor:
Only one person managed to escape alive from the church and that was Madame Rouffanche. She saw her younger daughter who was sitting next to her killed by a bullet as they attempted to find shelter in the vestry. Madame Rouffanche then ran to the altar end of the church where she found a stepladder used to light the candles. Placing the ladder behind the altar she climbed up and threw herself through a window and out onto the ground some 10 feet below. As she picked herself up, a woman holding her baby tried to follow, but they were seen by the soldiers and both woman and child were killed. In spite of being shot and wounded five times, Madame Rouffanche escaped round the back of the church and dug herself into the earth between some rows of peas, where she remained hidden until late the next day.
I took these photos on a solo trip to France my mother gave me as a college graduation present in 2001. I drove from southern France, specifically Nice, meandered through the countryside, and ended in Paris, where I spent a good deal of time there. I was supposed to go home September 14th, 2001, but clearly, I ended up staying a little longer than I had planned.
The French people, especially the Parisians were wonderful. Although most of them told me I have an Italian accent when I parlay-voo.
