I have often thought about traveling to France, I have romantic notions of

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sipping a rich cappuccino, and intelligent conversations about politics and Religion. can anything be finer? One of my Philosophy teachers in College, who I still admire to this day, spent a great deal of time in France, and brought back to the states her beauty of Art which she shared with some of the top students of her class. we didn't see eye to eye on anything! so it was strange in the fact we got along at all.She invited me to an Art show in Tempe which was lovely. it was an all out Art conference where artists from all over the country attended and it was a glorious event! All I could think of, was I would have never known aboutany of this, if it weren't for this lady, and her travels to Francewhich she marvelled about. So, why the heck do the french not like Americans anyways? they marvel me.