I’m jealous. I was stationed just outside Orleans and one of the last troops DeGaulle kicked out in 1967. Off-duty I took music lessons at the Conservatoire and sang in a local group. I made many friends there. I had a car and did the Normandy tour even staying overnight on Le Mont Sant Michel (sp?).
For our 15th anniversary, my partner and I were going to France so I could show him around. We even got the tickets. But I became sick - out of work for 3 months - so the tickets went to waste. We’re nearing our 30th and haven’t made it yet. Got to Italy, Eastern Europe and last year Germany and Austria. I’d still love to show him France but worry that after so much time away my magical memories will succumb to present reality.