It's funny how certain memories from childhood can sustain, vividly.
I lived in this house in Toulouse, France in 1982 for almost a year. My dad was assigned to Aerospatiale - now merged as airbus - for over a year. So mum, my little sister and ne joined him.
This summer my husband Andy, my son Jacques and me drove to France for two weeks. Camping here and there and thankfully, we managed to find tge old house in Toulouse. Not far from Blanac Airport.
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