Friday, February 09, 2007

Briancon, France

A friend of mine knew a friend of a friend who could get him a week's stay in a chalet on the French-Italian border where I learned to ski, after a fashion.

Our stay in the chalet was one night short of our time in Briancon, so we had to find a hotel in town for one more night. The town was a medieval walled city perched on the edge of a cliff.

I was a twenty-five-year-old from Spotweld, Wisconsin. I'd never been any place so exotic before in my life.

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