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Annie Bellot of the Conseil d'Administration, myself, and Nicole. The crown is an inside joke at the Centre Européen de Poésie d'Avignon.
One day, in order to prevent my being disturbed at work, Marie Jouannic made a wall around my desk, and then someone said I looked like I was in a fortress, and from somewhere the paper crown was produced...
Photo credit: Georges Bellot
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This is what I learned how to do in during the two and a half years I spent in France!
Photo credit: Georges Bellot
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Odette, one of our Center volunteers (and a great cook!) and myself, enjoying a bottle of Retsina.
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Here I am in my "domain", in my own fortress, where I reigned for two years!
Photo credit: Georges Bellot
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We had a tradition at our dinner parties (don't ask me how it got started) that we all had to be photographed wearing something on our noses. With Ivan Grivolla at a Christmas party at Mireille Bonnefoy's apartment in Avignon.
Photo credit: Mireille Bonnefoy
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