Champagne, lobster salad, jazz at the Jardin Nelson, Vieux Port Montreal. I don't remember business travel being this good before.
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D-L Nelson is an American-born Swiss-Canadian writer and journalist. Visit her website www.dlnelsonwriter.com
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- Business travel
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- Three conversations
- Garbage cans and corn
- BnB with a surprise.
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- Nostalgia personified
- Plain vanilla
- Voices
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- The skin of our teeth
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- The remote
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- Le Train Bleu morphs into the Montreux Jazz Cafe
- This is for you Doug
- The bunnies at Montmarte
- A CNN poll makes me feel ill
- Poor Petite Cougar... All alone in Argelès. ...
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