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Article: Par-fait golf in the Alps of France
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- Chicago Sun-Times
- Article date:
- September 27, 1987
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PARIS Twenty years ago, I walked Paris as a grubby,
Europe-on-$5-a-day student.
I slept in barebones pensions, gnawed French bread and cheese,
dutifully inspected the Louvre and the Left Bank. I dreamed of being
seduced by the satiny French women I saw in Truffaut movies. I read
Hemingway and Gertrude Stein, and I was lonely.
It took no urging to return. The French tourist people invited
me not only to fly to Paris but also to ride the TGV ultra-fast train
to the Alps and play le golf (that's French for "golf") on their
sculpted mountain courses. If not parfait ("perfect"), it was
magnifique enough.
On the few occasions I have flown European airlines, I have not
been disappointed, ...