Today there was a large antique market in Beziers. When we arrived at the gates, where buyers and sellers alike were waiting to get in, we could hear French, Spanish, Italian, Russian, Polish, Dutch, German, and some languages we didn’t recognize. Between the two of us, Alexander and I speak five languages, so we were in polyglot heaven. At 8 a.m. sharp, the gates opened and we all rushed in. Here...
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