It was my last night in Central France. The next day I was heading to Paris, and then flying home. It was time to SPLURGE! I size up a nice restaurant. Probably in a building over 1,000 years old. Really picturesque. I read the menu outside. Hmmm... Cunard. It's time for DUCK. Yes, I envision a nice roast duck, potatos, garnishes, the works. In the heartland of France, none the less!! This will be great. I am seated at a table, and order the Cunard. It's ok that it will cost me €50. I deserve this, haven't had a real 'sit down' meal all day, for several days for that matter, so what's 50 euros? Money invested, for sure. Invested in memories of a great meal. I sit there at the table waiting, eating bread, drinking
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