Over the weekend, I sat at a bar with friends and drank beers, ate charcuterie, and caught up on each others’ lives. The terrace of this particular bar in Toulouse, The Black Lion, was overflowing with fellow humans who were just as eager to rediscover lives that had been packed away for months.
While I had experienced this in the U.S. several weeks ago,…
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