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…he relatively short trip from Rome to Montpellier, with a change at De Gaulle in Paris, was tiring. Rome’s cobblestones had been hard on my walking pole — the rubber tip was lost and the metal point clicked like a single stiletto heel across the airport floors. A passenger, male, in Rome told me I was waiting in the wrong place for my flight to Paris and want…
Janice Macdonald
Adrienne Beaumont
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This happened to me in Poland.
I’m Australian. I love to travel and write about my adventures.I write about my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experiences.
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