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Low life

Hell is an expat dinner party

7 December 2019

9:00 AM

7 December 2019

9:00 AM

I just don’t understand it. Emigrating from Britain to France is a big step. Shifting from one culture to another takes courage and enterprise. Especially if you are of maturer years. But let’s assume it’s now or never and you follow through with it. You look for a house in France, buy one, go through all the bureaucracy, the rigmarole.

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