
Emmanuel Macron’s West Bank Whopper
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Disappear to a French village in the Dordogne and you might feel like you’ve slipped into an open-air scene painted by Renoir. Days are spent sipping wine in gardens, cycling along winding lanes past white horses and ancient stone walls bursting with wildflowers, and exploring the region’s vineyards and medieval towns with their colorful markets. There’s everything to do and there’s nothing to do — depending on your mood.

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|Disappear to a French village in the Dordogne and you might feel like you’ve slipped into an open-air scene painted by Renoir. Days are spent sipping wine in gardens, cycling along winding lanes past white horses and ancient stone walls bursting with wildflowers, and exploring the region’s vineyards and medieval towns with their colorful markets. There’s everything to do and there’s nothing to do — depending on your mood.
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