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A Foreign Land George Cheetham From what I had heard, France seemed to me to be a strange place. The language was confusing, the schooling, very different, the coinage unlike English currency and the holidays short. My French pen friend had sent me photographs of his family and the countryside where he lived. The fashion was different and the French listened to old-fashioned English music. From the photographs, France appeared to have beautiful views and was not built up at all. The stories, however, that scared me most were that of the French food and drink, with frog legs and snails appeared on every menu, and the young drinking wine. This prejudiced me, and so when I discovered I was going to France on an exchange, I was worried and apprehensive. I was reminded of this trip wherever I went In England as, there were columns and monuments of past conflict through...

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