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piece of country imaginable. A winding river with old ruins and old chateaux on the one side; a hill on the other for part of the way, [[underline]]into[[/underline]] which was built homes and wine cellars, [[underline]] on top [[/underline]] of which stretched miles and miles of grapes in the [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] stringing. And green everywhere. And great activity of American troops on both sides; and good old telegraph poles with shiny new copper wires, labeled "U.S.A."; and funny French locomotive "boilers" with "U.S.A." painted on them. And poplars! Such a dignity that their ^[[appearance]] [[strikethrough]] illegible [[/strikethrough]] lends to the French landscape!

With one change we arrived at I(ssoudun) after a trip of 6 hours. We walked about the town, through the cobbled streets, by the numberless small shops in the usual stone and mortar buildings. We were obliged to hang around half the afternoon waiting for transportation to the great aviation camp

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