You try to not violate your travel rules. Inevitably, you fail. I don't know why this is hard. The wife and I learned this early on: Do not eat anywhere close to the town square, for you will be served fucking garbage. We violated this rule on our trip--again--and paid. It was nearing ten o'clock in Avignon, and we had not eaten. Yes, we were in the fucking town square; yes, we ...

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