Friendships in Santerre, land of war
It was a beautiful almost winter afternoon. A soft dusty light caressed the grassy grounds of the Santerre. With an expert hand, I drove my Dacia Sandero to get to Le Germoir, 13, rue de l’Eglise, in Framerville. Observing this red earth, I thought of the Great War, of our allied friends, British, Canadian, Australian, … Read more