A Paradocs Abroad

The first of November in France is the day people attend to graves.

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Today was a holiday so I stayed home to work. In the afternoon we went for a walk and passed the cemetery (not hard when you live on church street). The number of flowers was simply amazing. Every grave had a least two pots of flowers and some were simply covered. In the brilliant, if a little cold, sunshine, it was so beautiful.