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A Bold French Holiday
A bold French holiday

Are you going on a summer holiday this year?’, I asked Fiona during one of our long telephone conversations from Bristol to London. Fi and I have known each other since we were toddlers. Our mothers (her mother's name is Janet) were pregnant at the same time; both were living in the steel city of India known as Jamshedpur where my father was based when he was working with Tata's. Her parents (the Banes’) and we stayed in a huge bungalow with gardens all around. They were called the Kaiser Bungalows. Her father was working with a British company. Our parents soon became close friends. Our mothers were typical ladies of leisure, as they attended the same coffee ...

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