while we were in france several years ago, the village had one of those little celebrations of itself that small villages sometimes have. banquet tables and bottles of local wine, and a band. a whole town square lit up by strings of lights. after dinner, the brother of a friend of ours took the hand of his wife, and led her out onto the asphalt of the town square to dance under the lights. they were both in their sixties, and they knew what they were doing. they moved swiftly and lightly and trustingly, and it was one of the most romantic things i have ever seen.
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