When a girl finds herself far away from home, in a foreign land, without a car, facing a long bus ride into town, and laden with nearly 500 euro and many heavy pounds worth of bedspreads, sheets, towels and bath mats, what is she to do? Simple: call upon the most contentious yet quintessential of all lessons garnered from her favorite childhood stories. Quickly set out to find herself a Knight in Shining Armor. Or, at the very least, a guy with a car. Today I returned to the illustrious Zone Industrie on the outskirts of Cannes to finish the mattress-shopping project I had started, and to purchase bed frames for the new mattresses. I went right after class ended, and thus landed along the roadside, amongst all these huge warehouses, smack-dab in the middle of
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