This week I took the Eurostar to London for just 24 hours, to attend a few meetings and — of all things — a school reunion. Every time I go to England these days I find myself just a little farther removed from the country, just that tiniest bit more “French” (even though however fluent I become, I will never sound like a native speaker). On this trip, …
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