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Belgian Tag

Early June, evening sets in.  The days are long.  We just left Lille, but we are still in France, bordering Belgium.  I know this area well.  I spent a beautiful period of my life here.  We drive along narrow back roads between green and rolling hills, cows and farms, in the direction of Dranouter, Belgium.  One does not arrive here by chance.  The restaurant, In De Wulf, is not found easily in passing.  It looks as if it is one of those lost farms in the countryside. In De

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