Across Continents

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They were everywhere. Hideous, deformed creatures. Yesterday it was Angerville, then Mereville. This was Gnomeville. The campsite had looked idyllic on the website, and to be fair, the reception – more a small chateaux, was enchanting. But, beyond the trees that circled the small lake in front of the house, lay the private mobile homes. A tacky world of cheap statutes, tired garden furniture and the gnomes. Horrible ones. They seemed to be the only residents. I decided it was time to walk into the nearby town of Etampes.


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