Author Archives: Robyn Jael Behar

Returned from Eurotour


3/21/14. First day back from break. Actually that was yesterday, but I slept from breakfast time until well after the sun went down, so it kind of feels like that entire day never happened. Today is the first day back to school. Break was an experience unlike any I’ve had.

I, in the company of three individuals from my study abroad program, bounced from Montpellier to Barcelona, Dublin, London, Amsterdam, Berlin, and finally, Lyon. I must say that all of this was truly as incredible as it sounds. If I were to rank-order my preferences, it would look something like this: 1) London 2) Barcelona, Lyon, & Dublin tie for second place 3) Berlin.

London is a brilliant place. It feels a lot like home, (Bryn Mawr, PA), but in the form of a big, refined city. Everyone that I encountered was kind, helpful, and warm. The shopping scene was perfect. Healthy food is literally available everywhere, and the Whole Foods in downtown Kensington is a magical metropolis. Definitely booking future voyages to the mother country.

I found Barcelona and Lyon to be rather similar; perhaps this is because they’re not too far apart geographically (although Montpellier is closer…) In any case- the food, people, and weather were lovely in both places. The architecture was remarkable, with each part of town more ornate than the last. Especially in Spain- I’m a sucker for mosaics.

The Irish have a reputation for being nice. But one cannot understand quite how kind, how welcoming they really are without actually visiting the country. I barely noticed the cold, dark weather in Dublin, because the people were so cheery that their good spirits overshadowed all of the chilly winds and dark clouds.

My first and last trip to Berlin was, well, interesting. The area is cold and dark, the architecture unremarkable except for a few landmarks. Even the Berlin Wall was shockingly unimpressive, covered in profanity and explicit graffiti. All of the food that I consumed there was subpar, even the coffee at Starbucks tasted weird once I put milk in it (mistake).

It should be known that horrifying majorities of the people wear sneakers with jeans, and in such an urban area no less. The only upside to this is that I was not obviously distinguishable as a tourist while wearing my leggings and sneakers, but the fashion genocide did not go unnoticed.

Speaking of genocide, we visited Sachsenhausen concentration camp near Berlin. I was disappointed by the framed displays arguably glorifying Nazi leaders (as individuals, not for their conquests,) but I found it to be inappropriate nonetheless. Also, quotes in the museum such as, “Concentration camps in Germany contributed only indirectly to the genocide,” attempted to displace blame in a way that is utterly inexcusable.

Political demonstrations downtown made the group that I was travelling with and I rather nervous, but not as nervous as we were in the airport! The experience was needlessly stressful and severe.

Back in Montpellier now; with eight weeks to go until I return to the States.


I’ll be writing,

RJB

 


Location: Barcelona, Dublin, London, Amsterdam, Berlin, Lyon, Montpellier

Le Quotidien

I haven’t blogged in a few weeks. I apologize, but I honestly didn’t want to bore you with the day in and day out. I go to class, I run most days, I do work and go to the park in my free time, and I go to bars on the weekends. The weather here is right out of Sweeney Todd, but I shouldn’t complain because it’s not cold or snowing.

My new pal and I have taken to walking everywhere instead of taking public transportation, and I’ve found that this practice elevates my general morale. As I know I’ve mentioned before, men here (especially middle-aged) are shamelessly creepy and forward, treating each encounter like they’ve never seen a female before. But there’s security in numbers- so her company is extra comforting and appreciated.

As February comes to a close, we prepare for winter break, which lasts the first twenty days of March. Yes, there is also a spring break, in May, and a summer break, all summer. The French like to take their vacations like they take their carbohydrates- heavy and astonishingly frequent. A few friends from PSU and I are going on a eurotour! We will start in Barcelona, and then proceed to Dublin, Berlin, Amsterdam, and Lyon. I will return with tales to tell- for sure.

P.S. Photos! Because nobody would rather read than look at pictures…

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^ Me peeping the Mediterranean Sea.

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^ A bunch of pals and TJ’s French friend (only one wearing beanie). He’s cool, I like him. Photobombing onlookers are also pals intentionally making an appearance.

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^ The view from my window at midday. Beautiful architecture, lots of smog.

IMG_1248.JPG^ A very enthusiastic French student actively listening behind me in class. My orchid colored sweater. Boys don’t think that orchid is a color- but they’re wrong, it totally is.

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IMG_1257.JPG^ Outdoor flower market and some really adorable homeless woofs au Centreville.

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^ McFlurries taste like artisan ice cream here. As someone who doesn’t even eat McDonald’s at home, it says a lot that while I’m here I struggle not to get a McFlurry every single day.

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^ Absurdly gorgeous sunrise as I get my cardio in at Place de Peyrou.

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^ Snapshots of Marseille! Shoutout to Starbucks for never failing to provide liquid happiness to planet Earth.

Bisous,

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

À La Mode

For those of you that think I was referring to ice cream in writing the above title, stop reading here.

Ahhhh, fashion. I pay much attention to the style around me, as following fashion is one of my greatest loves.

While France is considered by many to be the home of fashion, you wouldn’t know it by looking around. Not in Montpellier, at least. People here certainly dress more formally (i.e. button downs, dress pants,) but they absolutely do not dress better.

In this fine year 2014, one should not find peasant blouses at the mall. One should also not find tops with excessive ruching, ruffling, or banded bottoms, and graphic tees shouldn’t be marketed toward any non-child demographic that values themselves and how others perceive them.

I’m not talking about past season, or even a few past seasons, I’m talking about trends from several YEARS past. If you’re going to be trendy, stay current. If you aren’t creative and into fashion, or don’t have a disposable income- dress classically and minimize trendy buys.

You don’t have to be a fashion wizard to spot a trend. Even the most fashion-handicapped chick could tell you that your black cashmere V-neck has a lot more longevity than those heinous wedge sneakers that you thought were a good idea Summer 2013.

The local municipality should appoint a style overlord to restore order and safety in the clothing stores here. That might sound bold, but it’s really a shame to juxtapose gorgeous architecture with nothing but printed pants. Louis XIII would have wanted it this way.

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^ This season on Etam.com: Med-washed denim shorts, coral foil print bow-back t-shirt disaster, and coral cork ankle-strap wedges.

134976.jpg^ New from Pimkie.com: Nothing says rebel quite like your grandmother’s living room furniture made practical with pleather wannabe Doc Marten’s.

I rest my case.

XO,

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Ski Trip to the Alps

I bet now you’re super excited to read about my incredible weekend of skiing in the French Alps. The title of this blog entry is true, although misleading, because there was a ski trip to the Alps this weekend- I just didn’t go.

You see, I like the snow; it’s never wronged me in any profound or lasting way. But the idea of flying down steep, icy slopes with dozens of my peers just didn’t sound appealing to me. I love to be social, but I strongly prefer small groups to large ones.

My entire life I have fought a strange battle between being extremely extroverted but also consistently, unexpectedly introverted. I love people, I’m perpetually socially engaged; I love public speaking, being the center of attention has never fazed me. But sometimes I shy away from social situations, seeking solitude or to be with only one other person. To those of you who are into horoscopes, I’m a Taurus *shocking no one*.

But I don’t like to ski. Logic and experience both told me that I would have spent the entire weekend clustered in peanut galleries bullsh**ting with the others who don’t like to ski but just went because they suffer from FOMO (to Mom- it means fear of missing out, love you). It just so happens that I’m missing the FOMO chromosome, or maybe mine mutated somewhere along the line, because I never care when I’m missing out.

So I’ll visit the Alps, on my own time (probably in the spring.) Since my friends are away, I made a giant to-do list of all the things I would accomplish this weekend. Today is Sunday. Yesterday, I moved out of the hotel (where I was staying due to a failed homestay) to a studio apartment where I will live for the rest of the semester. My room is very minimalist. Tiny, white, geometric. I will either have to find a pillow store or learn how to sleep on one pillow *adds the former to tomorrow’s to do list*. Does anyone know if Tempur Pedic is the same word in all languages? Just kidding, except not at all, I’m completely serious. I’ll look into it.

I completed about 1/10th of my to-do list. I also watched almost 24 collective hours of an outlandishly dramatic French soap opera, then fell asleep and had a dream that I was the main character who had a baby with her first love at sixteen. This would be horribly inconvenient in my life plan. I realized it was just a dream after I woke up and saw no traces of a baby on my Facebook page. Now I have the rest of today to be super productive and complete three days of duties… and maybe watch the next episode.

À tout à l’heure,

RJB

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 –>  The view from my window on the 5th floor 🙂 .


Location: Montpellier, France

Faire la Grève

When the French say that they like to strike, they mean it. Take notice, they may actually unionize and strike at any moment. I have attached photos of the fire department on strike a few days ago in the center of town. The firemen want an increase in pay? Great! Just make sure your house does not catch fire in the time until their demands are met. Maybe also refrain from using the stove, oven, candles, and fireplace- I know, it’s January, shut up. You probably shouldn’t rub wood together either, just to err on the side of caution. This is *drum roll please*… One of the stupidest things that I have ever seen in my nearly 20 years on this Earth.

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RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Still in France

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Hello all! Just in case you couldn’t tell from the title, I am still in France.  Because I’m in school, I’ve really just been living day-to-day and embarking on very minor adventures. In lieu of reciting my daily routine for you all to gloss over, I thought I’d make a list of pros and cons of my experience thus far. For the sake of optimism, I thought I’d list the pros first. Or you can read the cons first, if you’re the type of person who pushes all the carbs aside on your dinner plate to save the best for last.

Disclaimer: The list below sits upon a throne of subjectivity; as do most things that have entertainment value. Enjoy!

I.               Pros:

a.     It’s (almost always) okay to be late.

                                               i.     It’s true that the French are never in a hurry. There’s nothing more refreshing than seeing your professor stroll in 15 minutes late smoking a cigarette and clutching a motorcycle helmet, then take his sweet time in beginning the class and make no comment regarding his tardiness.

1.     This is not to say that I take advantage, (as punctuality was a priority of my New Year’s Resolutions 2014 Edition,) but knowing that I’ll never be the last to class is always a relief when the trams are running behind schedule or when an extra 5 minutes of sleep sounds better than a date with Taylor Lautner. (Still #TeamJacob).  Taylor, if you’re reading this, you know where to reach me.

a.     Caveat: This rule is true most of the time, but not always! I will never forget the positively mortified look on my classmate’s face when the professor venomously tore her apart on the loudspeaker as she strolled in late to lecture. If I were her, I would have left. It was excessive to the point of borderline harassment/public humiliation. Know your rights people. ‘Merica.

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–> You’re welcome.

b.     Public transportation is efficient (although nothing else is)

                                               i.     I’ve never had to wait more than 15 minutes for a tram to come. Now that I am a transportation snob, it’s a burden to wait for more than 10 minutes. Even the drunk homeless people who ride for free are pissed off, when in fact we’re just spoiled by the efficiency of the system.

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–> Psychedelic, right?

c.     Free healthcare

                                               i.     Kidding, it’s not free. It’s only free if you’re not a resident and therefore don’t pay the astronomically high taxes required to live here- hence the nearly ¼ unemployment rate. Takeaway message: if you’re here on vacation, feel free to make the most of the experience and get some surgery, or whatever.

                                             ii.     On the same note, and for the same reason, school is also unbelievably inexpensive. I picked up a 1-inch thick pamphlet for an integrated lecture class, and the cashier looked puzzled as I whipped out my wallet. Free! Something equivalent at home would probably cost at least $130.

1.     With government-funded schools, you get what you pay for. Squatting over the graffitied (ß that might not be a word) hole in the ground bathrooms has a cruel way of reminding you that capitalism has many benefits. At least that’s what I’ve heard, I’ve still been holding out on actually using them.

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d.     Ecological responsibility

                                               i.     France, as well as most of this region of Europe, seems to really love our beautiful planet. For example, the grocery stores don’t give out bags. Many things are packaged in glass and cardboard so they can be recycled. They don’t utilize as many factory farms (hence meat being super pricey). Utilities are wildly expensive, so people are religious about conserving energy and water.

1.     I, too, passionately love the environment, so it is nice to see a developed country with elevated GDP per capita that still uses the Earth’s resources with care. I wish America would go bagless! Sacrificing minor conveniences can minimize waste and pollution. Don’t you want your future descendants to breathe fresh air? The only reason that I don’t actually hug trees is because I don’t want to get sap on my couture. Moving on…

e.     Location

                                               i.     Europe. Travel to just about anywhere is easy. And the architecture? Breathtaking.

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–> Arena built for Roman gladiators in Nîmes.

II.             Cons:

a.     Hygiene

                                               i.     I get it- dog poop is biodegradable. Doesn’t mean I want it to biodegrade on the bottom of my shoe. Also, showering. Sitting in a lecture hall full of students is akin to taking a class in the men’s football locker room at home. Yum.

                                             ii.     I searched for dental floss in the giant store that is basically French Walmart. I first looked where the toothbrushes are. Nope. I asked two clerks who work at the store; they also looked where the toothbrushes are despite my telling them that I just did that. Doing the same thing repetitively and expecting a different result is a working definition of insanity- still no. Alas, I found one box of dental floss on the other side of the store, in the pharmacy, at the bottom of a shelf for 6 euros (equivalent of $8.25). I checked- it wasn’t plated with gold or any other precious metals. But I was a captive audience, a sucker for hygiene. I bought it. On the bright side, I do find myself doing an exceptional job when flossing.

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–> I like soap bubbles.

b.     Lurking: Creepers to my left, creepers to my right.

                                               i.     While there are many kind, normal people, there is absolutely an elevated prevalence of creepers. Look at me throwing around this term as if there is only one definition, like everyone knows exactly what I’m referring to. What do I mean when I say “creepers”? I mean people (9 times out of 10, men) who stop you to ask random questions that they probably don’t actually need to know the answer to, especially at night. I’ve been stopped while running by men who stand right in front of me, forcing me to stop or go back the way I came. There are also those who just come right up and touch you, like they can’t see your impenetrable personal bubble space. Give ’em the red light, or a right hook, I mean- whatever it takes.

1.     There is a law here that states that homeless people cannot be arrested or removed by authorities if they have dogs with them. The police must first be able to place all of the dogs in a pound or animal shelter. As a result of this, almost every homeless person walks around with one or, more often several, dogs as a sort of insurance policy. They then get drunk in public and do whatever the hell they want, dragging the poor dogs along for the ride.

a.     Boldly inserts controversial belief: If you cannot care for yourself, you should not be responsible for the safety and wellbeing of a dependent, (animal or child.) It’s a disgrace to the universe.

2.     Attitudes toward women.

a.     This is strategically placed under the creeper heading because, well, it fits here. The sleazy catcalling and constant shameless appraisal of females is so normal here that it was actually in our introduction guide under the section that dictates what we should know in order to to fit in. It’ll never be acceptable in my mind. Feminist: (n.) advocate of the SOCIAL, political, legal, and economic rights for women as equal to those of men (Dictionary.com). Scholarly source right? You got the point.

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More to come soon.

X’s O’s & Une bonne journée à tous,

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Marinating in Class


Guess where I am? Sitting in my French integrated African literature class. Why aren’t I listening? – Because my mind rejects that which is highly disorganized. The professor has been rattling off random historical facts for over an hour now, and my logic-hungry mind is struggling to engage. On the bright side- since I don’t have wifi on campus, I’ve been productive by reading every document that I saved to my desktop to address at a later date that I probably never would have gotten to otherwise. Continuing in the light of optimism – he hasn’t said a single thing that I can’t find on Google.fr in under 30 seconds. Technology, for the perpetual win (FTPW). You aren’t familiar with that acronym? I just made it up. Only one more hour to go!

Cheers,

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Culture Shock Continued: Nutrition Edition – *Mounting on Soap Box*

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Nutrition is huge in my life. I think that consuming your daily values of nutrients is essential for healthy living. The French just don’t seem to share this philosophy.  I do not exaggerate when I say that there are more patisseries (bakeries) than bathrooms. My friends say I am just bitter because I’m allergic to wheat, and they may be onto something… 😉 but on the real, it is downright unhealthy to eat bread and pastries all day!

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While the pastries here absolutely provide short-term satisfaction, as they are truly to-die-for, people constantly consume them as if they are a nutritional staple rather than an occasional treat (as they should be). I would assert that the critical components of the French diet include bread/pastries, cheese, chocolate, charcuterie, wine, yogurt, and clownishly small portions of coffee.

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This brings me to a stereotype that I have found to be: SO TRUE! The French do love to say that Americans are fat. This amuses me, because I have found two tiny gyms in one large city and everywhere I go (other then directly to the grocery store where one can find almost anything,) I find monosaccharaides. To those of you scratching your heads: that means simple sugars; you’re welcome.

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Before I really took the time to observe, I was under the impression that all French women are thin. Popular discourse I had been fed all of my life from Western media outlets led me to believe that French women, repulsed by fuller-figured American women, limited themselves to very small and infrequent portions of food to maintain frail silhouettes. I worried that maybe I would stand out here for having what is considered to be an athletic figure at home, which might be interpreted as overweight for a girl in the land of the Francs. I am a smart girl, but just because I know that it is not rational to worry myself over unsubstantiated stereotypes- doesn’t mean that I actually don’t do it- I will chalk that behavior up to an insuppressible element of the young human condition.

 

What I find here, rather unsurprisingly, is that while there are in fact plenty of dainty, thin French females, there are just as many soft-bodied, chubbier ones. Just like in the United States, there is a wide range of body types, and none so common that they can easily be generalized as true for most French women. A phenomenon that I do observe is that there seems to be a lot less preoccupation with working out in France than there is in the States, so perhaps American females are discursively perceived to be larger overall as a result of an increased prevalence of muscle mass. While there is always some (limited) truth in stereotypes, it is deceptive to paint entire populations with a broad brush.

 

On that note, I am about to throw together the tabbouleh and beet salad that I grabbed from the supermarché!

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 À Bientôt,

 

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Culture Shock

So I like to think of myself as a flexible creature capable of adaptation to new environments. Luckily for me, my experience thus far in France has proved me correct, but this adjustment hasn’t been without difficulty. Cultural differences can be interesting and engaging, but some of my observations have jolted me with moderate-voltage culture shock.

It’s funny how I never considered myself to be someone with a ton of nationalistic pride. I always said that I will live elsewhere when I’m older; that I’ll raise children on foreign soil- but the grass is truly always greener on the other side!

Thanks to the cushy, ultra-accommodating tourism industry, it is easy to vacation just about anywhere. But to try to live à l’étranger- to integrate oneself with the indigenous- is an entirely different animal. It means having the awareness to allow your biases and presuppositions about what is “right” and how things “should” be done to take a backseat to the way things are in your new territory.

For me personally, one of the most perplexing qualities of living amongst the French is the way that they do nearly everything in the most inefficient, convoluted way possible. They mean it when they say that both teachers and students alike love to form unions and strike (faire la grève), and classes can basically be whatever the teacher decides to make them about. Classes also do not provide syllabi; anything goes. Apparently it is also not rude or unusual that our literature professor didn’t show up on the first day without giving any type of notice. 

But the life of inefficiency extends beyond the classroom- I kid you not when I say that the ticket I pulled when waiting in the office to get a tram pass said that I would be helped in 315 minutes!

 I also will never understand why it says in our international student guide for success that we should smile less often because people here tend to be somber in public. I interpret that as the human equivalent of having bad weather, but hey, that’s just the American in me.

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^ My professor droning on about whatever he feels the desire to… With no outline or visual aid.

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^ The beautiful, wildly sanitary university bathrooms where one must squat over a hole in the ground. Three cheers for socialism.

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^ French notebooks (represented by the higher one) have many itsy-bitsy lines both vertically and horizontally- perfect for taking notes in Whoville.

More on this soon,

RJB


Location: Montpellier, France

Attention World Travelers: Helpful Hints for Surviving in Transit Derived from my Stupidity

My sincerest apologies for the delay, (I’ve been here for a week), but I compiled a list of my thoughts while traveling here. While they may be obvious, I can’t take that for granted seeing as hindsight is always 20/20 and I didn’t foresee them happening before I departed.

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I. Don’t bank on the idea of sleeping on the plane!

To anyone taking a connecting flight or a train straight out of the airport: the airport-to-train process is exhausting, and rather frustrating if operating on a low battery. Whether you can’t get sufficiently comfortable or you’re enticed by the shockingly awesome movie selection- your sleep will in some way be jeopardized. Devil’s advocate says, ” I sleep just fine on the plane!” Ok, so you’re lucky enough to fall asleep. 30 minutes will elapse and you’ll wake up because your butt keeps tingling pins and needles but you can’t stand up because you don’t want to inconvenience your neighbor or seem like a freak for shaking about to restore blood flow to your numb butt. Just do yourself a favor and sleep the night before.


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II. Only bring what you can manage!

Unless you are He-Man- see if you can physically manage moving your bags by yourself before you commit to them for the entire journey. While this may seem excessive: I recommend that you actually try to walk around your house and potentially also ascend modest inclines with all of the baggage that you intend to haul around the world like a human pack animal. I have decided that I am a fool for not thinking of this. The best part was when people saw me collapsing under the weight of my immense luggage and waited for me to move them like, ” Oh ok I’ll give you a sec,” but I just gave them a helplessness shrug and a look as if to say, “No. Homie- you simply don’t understand. I physically cannot move the bags. But I don’t need help, no. Leave me here to die.” They did.


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III. Carry all forms of ID and anything you used to pay for your journey with you

 

If you take a train directly out of the airport, bring along the credit card with which you bought the ticket online. The order confirmation is not enough! Luckily I got a young man who I was able to make feel sympathetic for me through strategic pouting and a few well-placed sighs. One cannot anticipate having such good fortune every time.


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IV. Consider the little things

 

Ask yourself: what items do I need to be comfortable? The fact that I didn’t pack tissues or Benadryl when I’m allergic to 97% of my environment was a considerable oversight on my part. My nose ran the entire journey and my shirtsleeves suffered the consequences.

 

I’ve got to run to class now, (Grammaire et Méthodologie,) but I will soon write about my first week here!


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Xo,

 

RJB


Location: Philadelphia International Airport, Charles de Gaulle Aeroport, Montpellier